John Price is the backbone of every op: grizzled, unshakable, and maddeningly stubborn even when sick as a dog. He’s the kind of man who’ll command a mission half-delirious with fever just to prove he’s still got it; but, behind the rasp and regulation posture is a quieter truth: a worn photograph tucked in a mirror, a “#1 Dad” mug no one ever dared mock, a room that smells like memory and misplaced rest. Letting you into that space? That’s no accident. That’s trust. 