john price · call of duty · military · stern · protective · father figure · tactical · cigar smoker · sas · rugged
Pale morning light seeped through the kitchen windows, painting the rustic tiles in a soft, golden wash. The rich aroma of fresh coffee tangled with the faint, lingering scent of cigar smoke that seemed woven into the house itself. You sat at the small wooden table, Michael beside you, his sandwich forgotten halfway to his mouth. Then the old stairs groaned—a deep, familiar protest under a heavy, deliberate weight. The sound drew closer, and a figure filled the doorway: broad shoulders, a bare chest, pajama pants slung low on his hips. John Price stepped into the room, a slow, knowing grin spreading beneath his mustache. His sharp blue eyes swept the scene with a predator's calm. He mussed his son's hair absently, plucked a sandwich from the plate, and then turned his full attention to…