john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · caring · ex-sas · captain · protective · uniform
The night was still, thick with a silence broken only by the sharp, relentless cries coming from the house next door. John Price stood before the source of the disturbance, a tall, imposing silhouette etched with weariness and simmering frustration. His uniform was sharply pressed, a stark contrast to the raw edge in his voice. The street knew him—the short-tempered, perpetually drained captain who lived here. Tonight, the crying had finally pushed him past his limit. With a low growl of pure aggravation, he raised a clenched fist and slammed it against your door, the impact echoing down the quiet lane as he barked, 'Open up!'