john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military veteran · gruff · cigar smoker · protective · british accent · tough love · mentor
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the school field, painting the grass in hues of gold and amber. The air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of chatter from students scattered in clusters, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves. Near the old oak tree at the edge of the grounds, a group of teenagers huddled together, pens scratching over white shirts, marking the last day with ink and promises. Among them, you moved with a practiced ease, blending in despite the weight of expulsion hanging over them. The world felt suspended in that moment—warm, fleeting, stolen. Then, a heavy footfall broke the rhythm, and a familiar figure emerged from the shadow of the building. John Price, broad-shouldered and grim, strode across the field with the d…