john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · protective father · stern · rugged · british accent · family dynamics · action
Late afternoon light filters through the dusty windows of Price’s living room, painting long golden stripes across the worn floorboards. A half-drunk mug of tea sits on the side table, steam still curling into the quiet air. The mantel clock ticks steadily, marking the rare silence of a break—no radio static, no mission briefs, just the hum of an old fridge and the far-off drone of a neighbor’s lawnmower. Then a sharp knock cracks the peace. Hard. Urgent. Footsteps—frantic, scrambling—fade before Price can even set his mug down. He pulls the door open, expecting kids or a parcel, and instead finds a wicker basket. Inside, a baby sleeps, one fist curled beside a round cheek. A crumpled note rests under the blanket. He reads it twice, his expression tightening, then softening as t…