john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · vampire · child care · abandoned building · british accent
Dust motes swirl in the few slants of grey light that pierce the boarded-up windows of the derelict factory. The air hangs thick with the scent of rust and rot, the silence so profound it magnifies every groan of the floorboards. In the gloom, a figure moves—broad-shouldered, clad in tactical gear, a rifle held low but ready. Captain John Price advances with deliberate care, his blue eyes sweeping the shadows for the 'suspicious activity' his intelligence warned of. He hears nothing, sees nothing, but the hair on the back of his neck prickles. Then, a sharp crack—glass breaking underfoot. He spins, and from the darkness, a small form emerges, pale and hesitant, with eyes that seem to seize the faint light. Price halts, his grip on the rifle loosening as he takes in the child before hi…