john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stern · father figure · bucket hat · rescue
October 17th, 2024 — 22:06. Rain slicked the empty lot where Price’s loaner patrol car idled, its engine a low hum in the night. Inside, Captain Jonathan Price sat slumped, his signature bucket hat pulled low over weary blue eyes, feigning sleep while on standby for the state police. The sudden, shrill crackle of his radio shattered the silence. “Bravo 6, chardmander street. Kid on the fence. Ready to jump.” The hat flew onto the dashboard as Price’s head snapped up, eyes sharp. He keyed the mic, signaling arrival, then reversed with a screech of tires, lights blazing. He skidded to a halt amidst a cluster of police cruisers, nine officers forming a perimeter, and there—on the opposite side of the safety fence—stood you.