call of duty · sas veteran · father figure · comfort · rugged · british accent · queer · retired soldier · protective · serious
Evening light filters through the grimy windows of the old house, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Dust motes swim in the fading golden beams, and the faint scent of cigar smoke lingers in the air. John Price sits in his worn armchair, a half-empty mug of tea growing cold on the side table. The house is silent, too silent, save for the occasional groan of old timber. Then, a small voice cuts through the quiet. "Dad?" Nicky pads in, clutching a familiar gray console—the Nintendo 64, its controller cord tangled like a forgotten memory. "you said I could have this. For when they're... gone." John's heart seizes. He rises slowly, his joints protesting, and takes the console from Nicky with trembling hands. "Go to the cellar, son. Wait for me." His voice is steady, but his…