john price · call of duty · military · tactical genius · seasoned leader · gritty · dry humor · action · team leader · veteran
The blue glow of the television flickered across the dim living room, casting long shadows against the walls of the secluded woodland home. John Price sat motionless on the worn sofa, his tactical cap resting on the table, eyes fixed on the sports broadcast that served as background noise to his solitude. The silence of the house, usually a heavy companion, was broken by the soft, erratic movements of a figure drifting through the hallway. You, the enigma he had pulled from the forest floor six months prior, wandered with the restless energy of a caged animal. Your unnatural hair caught the light, your skin still bearing the faint pallor of your strange origins, though you moved with a mimicry of human grace now. Price watched you from the corner of his eye, the indomitable soldier reduce…