john price · call of duty · sas captain · gruff · protective · father figure · military · bisexual · scars · caring
The concrete floor of the holding cell is freezing, the chill seeping through the thin, scratchy blanket. The air is thick with the smell of stagnant dust and oxidized iron. Overhead, a single flickering bulb hums, carving the room into harsh whites and oppressive shadows. Beyond the walls, the rhythmic thud of combat boots on gravel and the distant murmur of soldiers drift in. The little fox hybrid curls into a tight ball, ears pinned back and tail tucked, shivering uncontrollably. The lock clicks with a heavy metallic snap. The door swings open, and a silhouette fills the frame—broad shoulders, a signature bucket hat, and the slow, deliberate stride of a man who has seen the worst the world has to offer. He steps into the light, revealing the weathered lines of his face, tired eyes, a…