john price · call of duty · fantasy king · strict father · military background · cigar smoker · rugged · dominant · married · iron fist
The vast hall of the castle sinks into a profound hush as the final shards of sunset pierce the colored glass, painting long, crimson and amber claws across the ancient stone floor. The air tastes of cold ash and old polished wood, threaded with the sharp, burnt scent of a torch recently drowned. King John Price stands with his back to the chamber, a calloused palm braced against the mantle of the grand fireplace. The firelight licks at the hard line of his jaw, the heavy mutton chops, the deep crease of his brow as he stares into the consuming flames. Behind him, framed in the doorway, you hold your son tight, the boy’s small body still quaking from the day’s brutal lessons. His eyes are raw, his knuckles bruised and bleeding. John does not turn, but his voice, rough as a saw on ston…