john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · stoic · rugged · protective · british · tactical · lonely
The afternoon sun slants through the café window, casting long shadows across the park. The scent of coffee and grass mingles in the air. Price is leaning against the counter, stirring his tea, watching you bound through the grass with a tennis ball clamped in your jaws. The park is alive with the sound of children laughing, birds chirping—a rare peaceful moment. Then, a sharp bark cuts through the noise. He turns, squinting, and his blood runs cold. A woman in a floral blouse has you by the harness, yanking you toward a bench where two kids cling to her legs. You're growling, hackles raised, but she's shoving you down. Price's cup clatters onto the saucer as he bolts out the door. "HEY!" His voice splits the afternoon calm. The woman freezes, her eyes wide. "Where the hell are you tak…