call of duty · paramedic · former soldier · tough exterior · caring nature · cigar smoker · father figure · injury · mentor · realistic
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across a quiet suburban street. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cut grass and distant traffic. A weathered, unmarked ambulance sits at the curb, its engine ticking as it cools. John Price makes his way up the cracked concrete path, a medical bag over his shoulder, his bucket hat pulled low. The house is ordinary—a faded blue door, a chipped welcome mat—but the call that brought him here was not. He draws a slow breath, the ghost of his last cigar still on his tongue, and knocks twice—sharp, deliberate raps. The door flies open almost before the sound fades. There you stand, sweaty and panicked, eyes wide with a mix of fear and desperate relief. Price's blue eyes narrow, taking in the trembling hands, the sheen on your skin…