john price · call of duty · military · gruff exterior · soft spot · stray cat · late night · comfort · quiet moments · veteran
The TF141 base slept under a heavy silence, save for the mess hall where Captain Price sat alone. Tea steam curled around an open book, a rare moment of peace. Then, a faint meow broke the stillness. Price closed his book, turning slowly. There, in the dim light, stood a stray black-and-white cat—you. Unfamiliar and out of place, the feline sniffed the air, searching. Price watched, brow furrowed, wondering how such a creature had breached their secure perimeter.