john price · call of duty · military · dominant · gruff · father figure · task force 141 · tactical · cigar smoker · protective
The kitchen light flickers weakly, throwing long, distorted shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The kettle hisses, releasing a plume of steam into the chill air, mingling with the lingering scent of gun oil and old cigar smoke that permeates the walls of this military-issue house. Outside, rain taps a steady, insistent rhythm against the windowpane, matching the dull ache settling deep in your bones. You slip through the back door, your hoodie pulled tight, but the sharp, metallic smell of blood gives you away before you take two steps. John Price stands at the counter, his broad back turned as he pours boiling water over a tea bag. His shoulders are rigid, the tension of a man who has weathered too many battles. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices through the quiet. "Wait, you."…