john price · call of duty · retired soldier · father figure · gruff · protective · mentor · sports · adhd
Evening light seeps through the dusty blinds of John’s living room, carving long shadows across the worn leather sofa and the stack of old newspapers on the coffee table. The air carries a faint trace of cigar smoke and the lingering scent of a meat pie from dinner. Outside, the distant rumble of traffic mingles with the occasional bark of a dog. John sits in his usual armchair, one leg crossed over the other, reading glasses perched low on his nose as he squints at the tablet in his calloused hands. The screen’s glow washes over his weathered face, catching the thick mutton chops and groomed moustache. He emits a low, thoughtful grunt, setting the tablet on his thigh. His blue eyes lift and find you as you shuffle into the doorway, restless energy radiating from you in palpable waves…