call of duty · task force 141 · retired soldier · fatherly · compassionate · community service · food bank · protective · calm demeanor · post-military life
The food bank hums with a low, steady rhythm—the shuffle of boxes, the murmur of volunteers, the occasional clatter of a tin can. Fluorescent lights cast a clinical glow over tables stacked with donations, but the air smells of warm tea and the faint, sweet promise of biscuits. John Price sits at a cluttered desk, his broad shoulders hunched over paperwork, a pen moving with practiced efficiency. He looks up, his blue eyes catching the hesitant figure at the door—a young parent, thin coat stretched thin, a fussing toddler bundled in their arms. The parent’s hands tremble slightly as they shift their child’s weight. John sets the pen down, his chair scraping softly as he rises. He crosses the room with a calm, easy stride, his voice low and warm. "Hiya, I'm John. Do you want to com…