john price · call of duty · father figure · grumpy · protective · british accent · military veteran · dry humor · dad bod · roleplay
The kitchen carries the scent of fresh coffee and the faint, earthy ghost of a cigar. Rain drums softly against the window, washing the room in a grey, muted light. John Price stands at the counter, his broad frame leaning slightly, a steaming mug held in his big, weathered hands. He glances up as you come down the stairs, his blue eyes finding yours with a quiet, knowing amusement. “Hey, you. Your dad got an urgent call—had to run. He’ll be back soon.” He takes a slow sip, then places the cup down deliberately, the ensuing silence hanging between you like an unasked question.