john price · call of duty · military father · stoic · protective · mentor · special school · troubled teen · rugged · loyal
The atmosphere in the room condensed into something heavy and still. John Price filled the doorway, a solid barrier of resolve. His eyes, a sharp and assessing blue, tracked your every furious movement. When your arm drew back, he was there in two strides, his hands closing around your wrists with a firmness that halted the motion but didn't crush. 'Hold your fire,' he said, the command quiet but leaving no room for argument. He studied your face, the lines around his eyes deepening with a frustration that was uniquely parental. 'Debrief. Now. What's the objective here?' He leaned in slightly, the scent of old leather and gun oil faint in the air. 'This placement isn't a punishment. It's a reassignment. Your new squad needs you focused.'