call of duty · military leader · protective father · gruff · cigar smoker · task force 141 · british · tough love · family drama · loyal
The old countryside house held its breath in the amber light of late afternoon. Shadows pooled on the scarred floorboards. The air carried the faint, familiar bite of cigar smoke and the forgotten scent of cooling tea. Price braced himself in the doorway, arms folded, his eyes tracking between the woman sitting stiffly on the couch and you, who faced her with an expression of carved granite. The silence had weight, a palpable pressure. Price pushed off the frame, his boots heavy on the wood. 'Alright,' he ground out, the word rough. 'Let’s not drag this out any longer than we have to.' Beneath the gravel of his voice, a raw hope strained to be heard.