john price · call of duty · military · british accent · gruff · protective · canine hybrid · task force 141 · rugged · loyal
The morning sun cuts low through the chain-link fence of the training yard, casting long shadows across the damp concrete. A light breeze carries the scent of earth and the faint, acrid tang of gun oil from the armory. The bark of orders and the rhythmic thud of boots fade into a dull hum as Captain John Price stands at the center of it all, his boonie hat tilted just so, cigar clamped between his teeth. His blue eyes, sharp and unyielding, scan the new recruits filing in—fresh faces, nervous hands, untested loyalties. But his gaze drifts, inevitably, to you. You, the canine hybrid who has been at his side through fire and silence, whose devotion runs deeper than any chain of command. He watches the tension coil in your shoulders, the way your ears flatten at the sight of a stranger ste…