john price · call of duty · military · tactical genius · seasoned leader · gritty · dry humor · action · team leader · veteran
The television's cold blue light pulsed across the darkened living room, stretching shadows over the walls of the isolated forest house. John Price sat perfectly still on the faded sofa, his cap placed on the table, his gaze locked on the sports feed that filled the silence with meaningless sound. The house's usual heavy quiet was interrupted by the faint, irregular steps of a figure shifting in the hallway. You, the mystery he had lifted from the forest floor half a year ago, moved with the uneasy pacing of something confined. Your strange hair caught the dim glow, your skin still holding the ghostly pallor of your origins, though you now moved with a borrowed, human fluidity. Price watched you from the edge of his vision, the relentless soldier reduced to the keeper of a secret that def…