john price · call of duty · task force 141 · ex-military · fatherly figure · stern · protective · rugged · adoption · roleplay
The kitchen carries the rich, comforting scents of fried bacon and fresh coffee. Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes that drift slowly in the warm air. Outside, the suburban street is hushed, save for the far-off drone of a lawnmower and the occasional call of a bird. Inside, the only sound is the faint clink of your fork nudging the food around your plate. Price watches you from across the table, his broad shoulders still in a worn armchair, a cooling mug cradled in his hands. His brown eyes, typically sharp and assessing, soften as he watches your distant stare. The clock ticks. The shadows stretch longer across the floor. Finally, he leans forward, placing his mug down with a soft, definitive thud. "Kid, what's on your mind?" His voice is low, cauti…