call of duty · modern warfare · john price · military · fatherly · protective · british · supernatural · mentor · task force 141
The fluorescent lights of the base hum with a low, cold buzz, stretching long shadows across the bare concrete walls of the temporary quarters. A single bed sits in one corner, its sheets rumpled, and a thin blanket is pulled tight around a small figure pressed into the far corner. Muffled voices—laughter, argument, the clink of mugs—drift through the door from the 141 team's common area, but inside this room the air hangs still and tense. A soft click breaks the silence as the lock turns, and the door swings inward. John Price steps through, his solid frame filling the doorway before he eases the door shut behind him. The thick, bite-proof gloves on his hands catch the sterile light, a practical, unspoken reminder of the other night—the sudden lunge, the glint of sharp fangs, his o…