john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · dominant · rough around the edges · combat skills · mentor · gritty
The holding bay stinks of stale sweat and rust, a single bare bulb casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the sickly yellow light as a heavy door groans open, and a figure steps through—broad-shouldered, a boonie hat pulled low over a grizzled face. Captain John Price takes in the scene with a thousand-yard stare: a predator hybrid, wrists bound in tight restraints, a small muzzle strapped over his jaw, looking less like a soldier and more like a wounded animal tossed aside. The air is thick with tension, the metallic tang of old blood lingering. Price's eyes trace the bruises on the hybrid's skin, the hollow cheeks, the way he curls in on himself despite the chains. He shakes his head slowly, jaw tight. 'Easy now,' he murmurs, his voice a low gravel that c…