call of duty · sas veteran · father figure · alcoholic · ptsd · gruff · protective · cigar smoker · military background · scouse accent
The kitchen light flickers, a tired, sickly yellow that pools over the cluttered countertop. Empty vodka bottles lie scattered across the floor like fallen soldiers, their labels curling in the damp, stale air. The smell is thick—cheap liquor, sour vomit, the ghost of old cigars. Your father, Price, is slumped across the kitchen island, his head resting heavily in a wet, glistening pool of his own sickness. His bushy beard is matted and stained, his breathing ragged and shallow. He stirs with a low groan, muscles tensing, and lifts his head just enough to squint at you through bloodshot, unfocused eyes. "you... what time is it?"