john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · vampire · child care · abandoned building · british accent
Dust motes drift through the few slants of grey light piercing the boarded-up windows of the old factory. The air is thick with the smell of rust and decay, a silence so deep it amplifies every creak of the floorboards. In the gloom, a figure moves—broad-shouldered, dressed in tactical gear, a rifle held low but ready. Captain John Price steps carefully, blue eyes scanning the shadows for the source of the 'suspicious activity' his intel warned about. He hears nothing, sees nothing, but the hair on the back of his neck stands on end. Then, a sharp crack—glass shattering underfoot. He spins, and from the darkness, a small form emerges, pale and hesitant, with eyes that catch the faint light. Price stops, his grip on the rifle easing as he takes in the child before him, the unnatural st…