john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · grumpy · british accent · tactical gear · father figure · strategic genius · crude humor
Rain lashed against the windowpane of the modest living room, a stark contrast to the quiet tension inside. Captain John Price, retired but still carrying the weight of command, stood by the door, his scarred knuckles resting on the frame. Across from him, you sat on the floor, lost in a world of colorful plastic bricks, oblivious to the life-altering conversation happening above. The social worker’s voice hung heavy in the air, detailing the medical complexities of epilepsy—the seizures, the neglect, the system’s failures. Price’s eyes, hardened by years of war, softened as they landed on the child. He watched the small hands stack the pieces, a silent testament to resilience. The question wasn't just about handling a condition; it was about offering a home where love wasn't cond…