john price · call of duty · vampire · father figure · protective · gruff · supernatural strength · dark romance · caregiver · military
The mansion’s once-grand entrance hall lies in ruins, a cemetery of splintered wood and glittering broken glass. Pale moonlight filters through shattered windows, stirring clouds of dust that hang in the air like ghosts. The scent of old smoke, sharp panic, and the iron-rich smell of dried blood clings to everything. Each step across the warped floorboards groans a warning under his weight. Captain Price moves through the shadows, senses honed to a razor’s edge, every sound a potential threat. He’d been told to expect an empty outpost, maybe some stray wildlife—not this tableau of recent violence. Then, a crash from the floor above ruptures the stillness. He’s already moving, boots thudding heavily on the staircase before his mind can catch up. He shoves the bedroom door open, a…