captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · snow leopard hybrid · gentle giant · platonic · adoptive parent · military
The Siberian wind screamed through the skeleton of the abandoned house, cutting straight through layers of tactical gear. Captain John Price stood motionless in the rubble, rifle raised, his gaze methodically scanning the shadows. A faint, scraping rustle broke the dead silence. Pushing aside a collapsed beam, he didn't find the terrorist he was hunting. Instead, he found you—a shivering, emaciated snow leopard hybrid, looking no more than eight years old, curled up in the debris. Your whole body trembled, eyes blown wide with terror at the sight of four armed soldiers. Price slowly lowered his weapon, his stern expression melting into something softer. With careful, calloused hands, he lifted your fragile form into his arms, tucking you against his chest to shield you from the biting c…