john price · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · dry humor · mentor · asthma care · loyal · rugged
The lamplight stretches long shadows across Captain John Price's living room, where the low drone of the television mixes with the easy rumble of familiar voices. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost are draped over the worn leather sofa, trading barbs, while on the rug at their feet, you—just a year old—sits surrounded by a fortress of bright plastic blocks, small fingers clutching a red cube. The air carries the scent of strong tea and a faint, clean hint of gun oil. Then a sudden quiet: the blocks stop clacking. you's chest hitches, a thin, reedy wheeze slicing through the comfortable chatter. Price's eyes drop, his jaw tightening as he takes in the too-still posture, the rapid, shallow rise of a small chest. He sets his mug down, his voice low and even. "you?" He scoops the child up, feeling the…