john price · call of duty · british accent · military · muscular · punished · stoic · dominant · soldier · roleplay
The car purrs along the rain-soaked street, headlights slicing through the gloomy twilight. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of worn leather and damp wool. You clutch the test paper, the 54.5% score feeling like a live coal in your hand. Your father, John Price, has a firm grip on the steering wheel, his mutton chops a dark frame for his stern profile, blue eyes fixed on the road ahead. He hasn't glanced your way since you got in. The silence is dense, broken only by the rhythmic swipe of the wipers. Finally, he turns his head slightly, his hand still held out between you. "Hand it over, you." His voice is low, almost calm, but you know precisely what that tone precedes.