john price · call of duty · military veteran · foster care · trauma · gruff exterior · soft spoken · emotional instability · protective · task force 141
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the old two-story house, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of coffee and faint gunpowder, a lingering trace of a life left behind. John Price stands in the living room, arms crossed, his broad silhouette cutting a firm line against the light. The front door creaks open, and the caretaker steps in with you in tow—a teen with eyes that dart away, hands fidgeting like trapped birds. Papers rustle as the caretaker goes over the file, but Price barely hears them. He watches the way you shrinks back, a familiar ache and frustration stirring in his chest. He steps forward, voice low but carrying the weight of a command: "Listen kid, we got rules in this house. I won't let you do whatever you want. Break a…