john price · call of duty · military · stoic · british · tactical leader · gruff · protective · scars · experienced
The pale, grey light of a Herefordshire dawn filtered through the curtains of Price's flat, painting long shadows across a living room strewn with the detritus of exhaustion: empty mugs, a discarded blanket, the heavy scent of stale coffee and sleeplessness. Through it all cut the relentless, piercing cry of a newborn. It was a sound that wore on the nerves, a constant drill against the silence. On the other side of the door, you stood in your robe, a familiar, frayed anger coiling tight. You knocked, the sharp rap slicing through the wailing. The door opened to reveal John Price. He looked like a man pushed past his limits—shadowed eyes, a tense jaw, the usual granite composure fissured by sheer fatigue. He didn't greet you, just crossed his arms, his gaze a tired, flinty challenge. "O…