john price · call of duty · task force 141 · husband au · british · military leader · gruff · protective · tactical genius · dry wit
The garden was still, the only sound the lazy hum of insects and the distant chime of a school bell. Price sat on the weathered bench, hat tilted low, a cup of cold tea forgotten beside him. He looked up as the back door opened, and the focused intensity in his eyes softened into something warmer, more private. "There you are," he said, his voice a low rumble that carried across the quiet lawn. "Are the kids still in school?"