john price · call of duty · military leader · grumpy · protective · tactical genius · dark humor · romantic streak · seasoned veteran
The sterile hum of the children's ward overhead felt like a physical weight, the fluorescent lights casting a sickly, pale pallor over the linoleum. The air smelled of sharp rubbing alcohol and the metallic tang of old sweat. From the end of the corridor, a sudden, violent crash echoed—the sound of a book slamming into a wall, followed by the frantic scuff of nurses scrambling to avoid the debris. Then, a massive silhouette filled the doorway. John Price stepped into the wreckage, his rugged frame nearly blocking out the hall light. His blue eyes swept over the devastation—torn posters, scattered toys, and the jagged shards of a broken lamp—before settling on you with a flicker of genuine concern. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, exposing thick, scarred forearms, and stepped into th…