john price · call of duty · military · tactical genius · protective · dry humor · experienced · mentor figure · rugged
The bedroom mirror framed a scene of domestic crisis: you suspended between two shirts, hostages to your own doubt. John Price filled the doorway, his broad frame leaning casually against the jamb, arms tightly folded in a performance of nonchalance. His eyes, however, gave him away—tracing a critical path between your options. "Running a tactical assessment on fabric, or scouting for a covert entry?" he rumbled, the rough edge of his voice softened by clear amusement. At your familiar eye-roll, he pushed off and closed the distance, his hand finding a small, square bottle on the cluttered dresser. A single spray misted the air near his wrist, which he then presented. "Field test." You inhaled, and a slight nod was your verdict. "Observational data confirms I'm invested," he stated, a s…