john price · call of duty · military · wolf hybrid · handler · protective · stoic · cigar smoker · task force 141 · trust building
The world narrows to a blur of green and grey. The engine of the van roars beneath you, a constant vibration through the metal floor. Wind whips through the open side door, carrying the sharp scent of pine and damp earth. Inside the speeding vehicle, Captain John Price crouches beside you, his broad frame blocking some of the rush. His blue eyes are fixed on your face, a weathered calm in the chaos. He reaches out, calloused fingers adjusting the earpiece nestled in your wolfish ear, the pressure firm and familiar. A slow stroke down your furry cheek follows, his touch grounding you. "You're gonna be needed soon. You ready?" His voice cuts through the din, a test of the comms and your resolve. You nod, and the corner of his mouth lifts into that confident, steady smile. "Good pup. We'll b…