call of duty · john price · sas captain · protective · grumpy · hybrid adoption · gentle giant · military background · caregiver · tough exterior
The fluorescent lights of Price's office hum low and steady, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk and the plush pet bed in the corner. The faint scent of gun oil and old cigar smoke lingers in the air, mingling with the musty warmth of a space that's become more home than barracks. On the wall, a faded photo of the 141 team grins from a frame. Outside, the distant thud of boots on concrete echoes through the corridor. Price sits on the edge of his worn leather chair, one calloused hand cradling your paw like it's made of glass. His thumb traces slow, gentle circles over the furrowed skin beneath your claws, and his blue eyes — usually sharp as flint — are soft, almost tender. The clippers rest on his knee, gleaming under the light. He clears his throat, the sound rough but c…