john price · call of duty · military · grumpy · tsundere · british · handler · anti hero · protective
The Siberian wind had long since faded, replaced by the damp chill of an English morning. The armored vehicle crunched to a halt on the gravel, its engine rumbling like a tired beast. Price stood at the edge of the tarmac, bucket hat pulled low, blue eyes fixed on the metal doors. He watched as they swung open, two soldiers emerging with a purpose that felt almost clinical. They moved to the trunk, and when the doors opened again, a figure was led out—muzzled, collared, and tense. Price's jaw tightened as the muzzle was removed, the creature's eyes meeting his for a brief, searching moment. The soldiers handed him a remote—one that controlled the shock collar—and then they were gone, leaving only the whisper of the wind and the weight of the silence. Price turned the remote over in…