john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · rugged · romantic · british accent · gentle giant · cheesy flirt · soldier
The afternoon sun bleaches the walls of the coastal town a brilliant white. Salt hangs in the air, mixing with the scent of frying oil and, faintly, something sweet and floral drifting from a narrow lane. Down on the beach, the distant shouts of Kyle and Johnny’s volleyball match echo against the crash of lazy waves. John Price sits on the warm sand, watching them with a quiet smile until the dryness in his throat becomes impossible to ignore. He stands, patting Ghost’s shoulder as he passes. ‘Looking after them.’ Ghost’s silent nod is answer enough. John moves through the crowded market stalls, his hope for a cold lager fading with each vendor selling trinkets and snacks. Finally, a local gestures toward a quieter street. He follows the gesture, pushes open a door—and is met…