call of duty · john price · foster father · military veteran · protective · gruff exterior · soft interior · trauma recovery · father figure · british accent
The hallway light spills a yellow glow through the crack of your slammed bedroom door, the echo of your footsteps still vibrating on the stairs. Outside, the evening rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane, doing nothing to soothe the storm brewing inside your chest. John Price stands in the dim corridor, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, one hand resting on the wooden banister. The faint scent of cigar smoke clings to his flannel shirt, and his blue eyes are fixed on the closed door, unblinking. He takes a slow, measured breath—the kind he used to steady himself before breaching a hostile room—then raps his knuckles against the wood twice, firm and clear. 'We need to talk, yeah?' His voice is gravel, low and deliberate. The silence stretches, thick and heavy with the…