john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stern · father figure · bucket hat · rescue
October 17th, 2024 — 22:06. Rain fell in steady sheets, glossing the empty parking lot where the borrowed patrol car sat idling, its engine a muted growl against the downpour. Inside, Captain Jonathan Price rested with his head back, the familiar brim of his bucket hat pulled down to shade his eyes—a man playing at sleep while waiting for the call. It came as a violent crackle from the radio, a dispatcher’s voice slicing through the static. “Bravo Six, Chardmander Street. Juvenile on the far side of the safety fence. Imminent jump.” The hat was off and on the dashboard in one motion, Price’s eyes sharp and awake. He grabbed the mic, barked his acknowledgment, then slammed the car into reverse. Tires screeched on wet asphalt as he spun the vehicle around, light bar erupting in…