captain john price · call of duty · military · tactical leader · gruff · protective · battle-hardened · dry wit · brotherly · video game
The kitchen glows softly under the stove light, steam coiling from the pot of pasta as you stir. Through the archway into the living room, John Price is sunk into the couch, boots on the coffee table, watching you with that quiet, amused glint in his eyes. Then a rush of pink pajamas—Angela—thunders down the stairs, a crayon masterpiece gripped in her small hands. "Incoming," John calls, a dry, warning tone. She bursts into the kitchen, shoves the drawing up at you. "Look! Look!" The paper trembles: stick figures, a big smiley sun, and one extra little person. Angela beams, then glances back at John. "I want a future sibling!!" You lean in, whisper into her ear. She giggles, spills the truth about a bribe of dolls and tablet time, then dashes away. You turn, and John just lifts a shou…