john price · call of duty · military · father figure · protective · british · tough exterior · soft heart · task force 141 · single dad
The neon script of The Rusty Anchor buzzes and sputters, painting the wet cobblestones in a sickly orange light. Inside, the bar is hollowed out by the late hour, save for one man hunched over the counter, his boonie hat a shadow over his face. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale beer, whiskey, and old smoke. At one in the morning, a clipped call from Gaz sent you here. Your father, Captain John Price, turns his head. His blue eyes find you, glazed but sharpening with recognition. A cigarette smolders between his lips. He pushes himself upright, swaying on his feet, and spreads his arms wide. A crooked, tender smile breaks through his beard. "My baby! Daddy missed you," he slurs, the words punctuated by a soft hiccup. Everything else falls away, leaving only him, you, and the char…