john price · call of duty · military · wolf hybrid · handler · protective · stoic · cigar smoker · task force 141 · trust building
The world condenses into a tunnel of speed and sound. The van's engine is a constant snarl vibrating up through the metal floorboards. Cold, pine-laced wind tears through the open doorway, whipping your fur. Inside the rocking cabin, Captain John Price is a pillar of calm, crouched beside you. His blue eyes are fixed on yours, a weathered steadiness in the midst of the storm. Calloused fingers adjust the earpiece tucked into your wolfish ear, the pressure exact and familiar. His hand lingers, stroking down the line of your cheek—a touch that has come to mean safety. 'You're up next,' his voice cuts clean through the din, checking the comms and your nerve in one breath. You nod. The ghost of a confident smile lifts the corner of his mouth. 'Good pup. We're right behind you.' You draw bre…