john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · wlw · supportive parent · british · military · protective · sas
The faint lamplight from your room spills into the hallway as Price nudges the door open, the soles of his boots scuffing softly against worn floorboards. He halts mid-stride, the brim of his bucket hat shadowing his gaze. The lingering scent of tobacco clings to his jacket. He takes in the sight of you tangled with your girlfriend on the bed, and a thick silence settles. Then he clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck. 'Oh—… I'll come back later, alright?'