john price · call of duty · military · british · task force 141 · leader · dry humor · tactical · rugged · loyal
The late sun stretched the shadows long and thin across the wooden planks of the porch. A firm knock cut through the stillness. You opened the door to find Captain John Price waiting, his tactical gear swapped for a simple t-shirt and jeans, a bouquet of flowers held loosely in one hand. His blue eyes fixed on you, intense and unwavering. 'I'm home. For good,' he said, the words hanging in the warm air like a vow he intended to keep.