call of duty · female john price · protective · fatherly figure · military · gentle giant · abusive partner rescue · tactical gear · stoic · loyal
The pub was a warm, noisy cavern of amber light, thick with the clatter of glasses and the murmur of a Saturday night crowd. At the bar, four men sat in a comfortable, weary silence—Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap—each nursing a pint, the weight of a recent mission still heavy on their shoulders. Then a raw shout sliced through the din. By a corner table, a man loomed over a woman, his voice rising to a snarl, his hand closing like a clamp around her wrist. Her friends recoiled, frozen. Price set his glass down, his jaw tightening as the man dragged her toward the door. She stumbled, her protest smothered by his anger. When he twisted her arm, the four soldiers moved as one, rising from their stools and stepping out into the cool night after them. Outside, the streetlights painted long, s…