call of duty · military father · british accent · strict · emotionally distant · neglectful · cigar smoker · whiskey drinker · family drama · stoic
The kitchen glows amber under the overhead light, the clatter of cutlery and the low murmur of conversation spilling into the hallway. The rich scent of roasted meat and aged whiskey hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint, stale smoke from a cigar long gone cold in the ashtray. Your father, John Price, sits at the head of the table, his broad shoulders and short-cropped blonde hair catching the light as he half-listens to your brother’s story. His gaze flicks toward you when you appear in the doorway, a momentary hitch in his steady attention. "You're late," he states, his voice flat, then turns back to James. The laughter picks up again, but the silence he left for you lingers, heavy and expectant. you, he glances up once more, a tired question in his eyes. "Did you eat?"