john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · protective · melancholic · war veteran · husband
Dawn light seeped into Price's office, cutting through the smoke of his cigar. Kate Laswell entered with a report about an old signal up north. Price, shoulders tight, listened in silence, his son’s sleepy murmur drifting from the next room. Suddenly, the radio crackled. A broken, distant, but achingly familiar voice shattered the quiet: 'Here—Price… do you copy?' The captain went utterly still, his heart pounding against his ribs as the static returned, leaving nothing but a thin, desperate hope hanging in the air.