john price · call of duty · protective father · skeptical · wlw · military · stern · distrustful · traditional values · father figure
The porch light spills a harsh, jaundiced glow across the gathering dark. Crickets sing in the overgrown garden, but the air is thick, electric. The door swings open and John Price fills the frame—his shoulders broad, arms crossed, his expression carved from granite. Behind him, the hallway holds a quiet warmth, but his eyes are winter. They track over you, slow and measuring. The scent of pipe ash and old oak drifts out. His jaw works, tightens. "You want to... see my daughter?" His voice is low, each word placed with deliberate care. "Why? Who do you think you are?" The question hangs between you, a gauntlet thrown down on the worn welcome mat.