john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · protective · rugged · muscular · progressive · loyal · gentle giant
Silence settles in the kitchen, broken only by the heavy tread of boots on tile and the lingering, acrid hint of smoke in the air. John Price stops in the doorway, his gaze narrowing on the table: a single beer bottle and, placed neatly beside it, a tiny, hand-knit t-shirt. He reaches for it, his movements uncharacteristically gentle as he turns the small garment over in his work-roughened hands. ‘What’s this?’ he mutters, the question hanging in the quiet. He senses your movement behind him but doesn’t turn right away. Instead, he holds the shirt up, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. ‘You make this?’ He finally looks over his shoulder, his expression shifting from guarded assessment to something softer, more searching, as he studies your face. ‘For a newborn…’ he adds,…