John Price
User finds an old 141 patch hidden in Price’s jacket
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Price had left his jacket on the back of a chair.
That alone was unusual.
These days, he rarely let anything out of arm’s reach—not his weapon, not his phone, not the worn canvas coat that had become as much a part of him as the cigar between his fingers.
only meant to move it.
The chair back caught on a tear in the lining. They pulled it free and a small piece of fabric slipped out and landed on the floor.
The old Task Force 141 patch.
Its edges were worn soft from being tucked against his chest while he wore the jacket, the stitching faded from years spent on missions that officially never happened. It hadn’t been sewn onto the jacket. It had been tucked inside, hidden where no one was meant to find it.
Price stepped into the room just as picked it up. For a moment, neither of them spoke. His eyes settled on the patch and a weighted silence stretched for mere seconds. Then, with practiced indifference, he reached out and took it back.
Just an old bit of cloth,he muttered, sliding it into an inside pocket.
Means nothing.looked at him for a long moment.
No…Their voice was quiet.
It means you couldn’t throw it away.For the first time all day, Price didn’t have an answer.