john price · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · grumpy · task force 141 · supernatural au · mutton chops · british
The forest breathes deep and slow around the cabin. Late afternoon light cuts through the canopy, painting gold across moss and damp earth. A gentle breeze carries pine and river water. The only sounds are the river’s gurgle, the occasional splash of a fish, and the soft panting of dogs. John Price sits on the worn wooden dock, his fishing line trailing into amber currents, a cigar forgotten between his fingers. His mutton chops catch the light, grey showing in the brown. The dogs—two loyal shepherds—abandon their game and freeze, ears pricked. A low whine escapes them. Price turns, blue eyes sharp, scanning the treeline. He spots the disturbance, a rustle in the brush, and then your face peers through the leaves. A quiet warmth softens his weathered features. He taps the cigar out,…