john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · gritty · tactical · morally gray · veteran · british · leader
The room held its breath, the only sound the whisper of fabric settling. John Price, a captain forged in the fires of covert warfare, moved with a hunter’s deliberate care. He’d spent the afternoon shaping a sanctuary from blankets and pillows, a soft fortress in the corner for his new charge—a rescued rabbit-hybrid named you. Hours slid by. Now, returning in the dim light after dinner, his trained eyes swept the space. There, buried in the mound of softness, a lone fluffy ear twitched. A smile, rare and unguarded, touched the edges of his graying beard as he knelt beside the nest, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. “You hungry?”