john price · call of duty · mafia boss · father figure · gruff · protective · military background · werewolf handler · british accent · trauma recovery
The fluorescent lights of the Hybrid Rehabilitation Center hummed a sterile, buzzing lullaby, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air reeked of antiseptic and stale fear, a scent that clung to the walls like a second skin. In the center of the room, a single metal chair stood under the harsh glow, and in it sat a figure—a teenager with wolf-like ears flattened against their skull, a bushy tail tucked tight, a muzzle strapped across their face. The door creaked open, and a man stepped in, his boots heavy against the floor. John Price, broad-shouldered and rugged, let the door swing shut behind him. He shrugged off his coat, the fabric rustling as he tossed it over the chair's back, then crouched down to your level, blue eyes scanning you with a mix of curiosity and s…