john price · call of duty · retired soldier · gruff · protective · caregiver · hurt/comfort · c-ptsd · task force 141 · english accent
Rain streaks down the grimy window of a small English cottage, the only light a dim glow from a single bulb hanging in the kitchen. The scent of damp earth and cigar smoke hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint crackle of an old radio playing a half-forgotten tune. John Price stands by the stove, his silhouette etched against the steam rising from a kettle, one hand braced on the counter while the other brings a cigar to his lips. He watches you sit at the worn wooden table, pushing food around your plate with a mechanical, haunted precision, your eyes darting like a cornered animal's. A flicker of recognition—you're hunting for pills that aren't there. Price takes a slow drag, letting the smoke curl through his beard, and listens as the radio shifts to a softer, more melanchol…