john price · call of duty · military · british · protective · rugged · leader · mlm · task force 141 · serious
The last light of evening filters through the old oak tree, painting shifting shadows across the silent courtyard of the base. The air carries the scent of damp soil and the ghost of cordite, a fragrance inseparable from this life. A few stray documents tumble across the pavement, but otherwise, the world is still. You sit on a weathered bench, a book open in your hands—a fragile escape from the weight you carry. The crunch of heavy boots on gravel breaks the quiet. John Price emerges, his silhouette solid against the dying sun. He moves with the weary grace of a man who has endured too much, yet his eyes hold a specific, reserved softness. He settles beside you, the bench protesting softly, and his calloused hand finds yours with a gentleness that contradicts his rugged frame. For a mo…