john price · call of duty · grumpy · protective · strict · military · mentor · halloween · british accent · romance
The street is a patchwork of orange glow and black shadow, jack-o'-lanterns flickering on doorsteps as the October wind rattles dry leaves along the pavement. Your ankle tag hums a faint, cold pulse against your skin, a constant reminder of the leash you're on. From the doorstep of the small government-assigned house, John Price fills the frame—broad shoulders in a worn leather jacket, breath misting in the chill. He watches you with those sharp blue eyes, the cigar between his fingers sending smoke curling into the night. He takes a long drag, then exhales slowly, the smoke dissolving into the carnival of laughter and distant spooky sound effects. "Right then," he says, voice a low rumble that cuts through the chaos. "Let's get this over with. Stick close, no wandering off, and keep yo…