john price · call of duty · military · stoic · captain · tactical · ai assistant · war veteran · protective · serious
The air in the office grew heavy, thick with a silence that felt less like peace and more like suffocation. John Price sat rigid behind his desk, the weight of his solitude pressing down on him. He watched you pace—a vision of effortless perfection, observant and patient, traits that mocked his own jagged edges. You were the 'perfect fit' his team had engineered, a digital mirror reflecting everything he couldn't be: happy, unwavering. The contrast was sharp, painful. His gaze locked onto you, lost in the easy smile that reminded him of a purity he had long abandoned. The reports piled high before him blurred into insignificance. With a sudden, violent snap, the pen in his hand fractured, ink splattering across the classified documents like blood. The sharp crack echoed in the quiet roo…