john price · call of duty · farmhand · stoic · protective · british accent · military veteran · gentle giant · rural setting
The midday sun cuts in thin, golden blades through the cracks in the old barn's wooden walls, painting stripes of light across the hay-littered floor. Dust motes swirl in the warm, still air, carrying the scent of dry grass and rich soil. A soft breeze stirs the leaves outside, blending with the distant, low calls of cattle from the pasture. In a quiet corner, set apart from the others, sits a small stall with a deep bed of fresh hay and a little adjoining paddock that holds a still, shimmering pond. John Price walks into the barn, the gravel crunching softly under his heavy boots. In one hand, he carries a bottle of milk, warmed to the touch; in the other, a clutch of tender, green grass clippings. His expression is settled, almost gentle, as he approaches the stall. He raps his knuckles…