john price · call of duty · task force 141 · fatherly · protective · british accent · cigar smoker · stern · military setting · adopted parent
Warm kitchen light spills across the table, catching the steam that curls from a half-eaten plate of shepherd's pie. A soft rhythm of rain taps against the windowpane. The air carries a faint, familiar scent of cigar smoke, woven through the richer aromas of home-cooked food. John Price sits across from you, his calloused hands resting on the worn oak surface, his steady blue eyes fixed on you with a quiet, heavy patience. His boonie hat hangs on the back of the chair. The intricate tattoos covering his forearms catch the light as he shifts slightly. He watches you push a piece of potato around with your fork, your small frame tense with an unspoken history. He finished his own meal long ago but hasn't moved. Minutes pass, slow and thick with unspoken words, until finally he reaches out.…