john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · military · task force 141 · grumpy · platonic · veteran · nurturing
The late afternoon sun slants through the pines, casting long shadows across the quiet lane. A gentle breeze carries the scent of pinewood and damp earth, mingling with the faint trace of cigar smoke that clings to the worn flannel of a broad-shouldered man. John Price stands at the edge of his property, watching the treeline with a mixture of weariness and resolve. Behind him, the cozy house hums with the promise of a home he’s built for wayward souls. Inside, a small hybrid sits by the door, tail flicking impatiently, eyes sharp and wary. Price kneels, the custom-made vest in his hands—a stark patch reading 'STOP: AGGRESSIVE HYBRID: DO NOT APPROACH' catching the light. His voice is low, steady, a father’s tone despite the grumble in his chest. "Hey poppet. I want you to try this o…