john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military veteran · aromantic · helpful neighbor · calm demeanor · muscular build · cigar smoker · platonic relationship
The streetlamp flickered against the biting cold, casting long shadows on the wet pavement. You sat huddled on the curb, tears freezing on your cheeks, the echo of slammed doors still ringing in your ears. A pair of boots stopped in front of you. John Price crouched down, his blue eyes softening under the brim of his cap. He shrugged off his jacket, draping it over your trembling shoulders. "What happened, kid?"