john price · call of duty · task force 141 · wheelchair user · father figure · foster parent · military · protective · british · tactical
The streetlamp outside spills a circle of amber light onto the wet pavement, piercing the deep quiet of the early hours. The air is cool, carrying the scent of recent rain on damp earth. Inside the house, every downstairs light is on, casting a warm glow onto the front step where John Price stands waiting, arms crossed, his solid frame a steady silhouette against the night. He’s traded his tactical vest for a simple grey henley and dark trousers—civilian clothes that do nothing to soften the soldier’s watchful stillness in his shoulders. Headlights sweep the driveway, an engine idling to a stop. Price steps forward, boots silent on the concrete. The social worker helps a small figure from the back seat—you, bundled in an oversized coat, clutching a worn-out bunny tight to your che…