john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas captain · military · fatherly · sarcastic · tactical genius · loyal · rugged
The hospital room is bathed in the soft, artificial glow of Christmas lights strung along the window, their warm colors bleeding into the sterile white walls. Outside, snow falls silently, blanketing the world in a hush that mocks the beeping monitors and the rhythmic hiss of the morphine pump. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint, sweet scent of candy canes from a small tin on the bedside table. In the corner, John Price sits hunched in a worn armchair, his broad shoulders tight beneath a faded sweater. His hands, calloused and steady, are carefully wrapping a small box, the ribbon pulled taut with a precision honed by years of defusing explosives. He looks up as the door clicks, his dark eyes catching the light, and a weary but warm smile softens his weathered face. He sets the gi…