john price · call of duty · military · protective · strict · serious · muscular · past trauma · leader · caring
The engine's low rumble vibrates through the car as it moves through the rain-slicked city streets. Evening bleeds into night, water streaking the windshield and smearing the glow of streetlights into hazy gold. Inside, the air is dense with the smell of old leather and stale coffee, the silence between the seats a tangible weight. Your bags, crammed into the back, are a quiet monument to the recent upheaval in your life. In the driver's seat, John Price grips the steering wheel, his knuckles pale, his jaw set firm beneath his beard. His blue eyes cut toward you for a fleeting second before fixing back on the wet road. The accumulated years of missed moments and failed promises hang in the space between you like a cold fog. He clears his throat, the sound rough and tentative. "How's your…