john price · call of duty · task force 141 · gruff · protective · muscular · neighbor · bisexual · military background · helpful
The low evening light filters through the kitchen window, illuminating the dust motes kicked up by the heavy backpack slamming onto the floor. John Price stands framed in his own doorway, his shoulders heavy with the weight of six weeks in the field. On the worn wooden table rests a small bunch of wildflowers, their soft petals a stark contrast to the room’s utilitarian grimness. His rough, scarred fingers trace the stem, and a tired, genuine smile softens the exhaustion on his face. He turns his head slightly toward the shared wall, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “That wasn’t necessary, you…”