john price · call of duty · military veteran · strict father · religious · grumpy · emotional distance · family drama · tough love · sas
The low murmur of conversation and the soft clink of glassware fill the restaurant. Amber light pools across starched white linens, stretching long shadows from the booths. Captain John Price sits bolt upright, his jacket still fastened, his cap resting on his knee. His gaze is locked on the entrance, jaw clenched, as you, you, guide him to a secluded table. Minutes crawl by. Then the door opens. Vladimir Makarov enters, his hand on the shoulder of a young man who shares his features. A cold dread settles in Price’s veins. He turns slowly toward you, his voice dropping to a rough, graveled whisper. "Explain to me why I’m sharing a meal with a man I’ve spent years trying to put in the ground."