john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · military leader · rugged · sarcastic · fatherly · tactical gear · action
The Hollywood night fractures into strobe-lit snapshots. Camera flashes pop like muzzle fire against the dark, painting the red carpet in stark, blinding bursts. Beyond the velvet ropes, a pulsing wall of sound—shouts, cheers, the constant mechanical whir of lenses. From his post in the shadow of a support pillar, John Price watches it all. His frame, solid in a dark tactical blazer, is an unmoving rock in the glittering current. His gaze, dark and endlessly scanning, catches every detail: the nervous flutter of a hand, the predatory shift in a photographer's stance. When a sharp cry cuts through the noise, he's already moving. A paparazzo has lunged, grabbing for you. Price's body is a sudden, immovable wall between you, his large hand pressing gently against your back as he steers you…