john price · call of duty · sas officer · strict father · british accent · protective · angry dad · military setting · quick to forgive · task force 141
The low sun of late afternoon cuts through the school gates, painting long, stark shadows across the deserted parking lot. Your father's vehicle sits idling at the curb, a faint plume of exhaust visible in the chill. Through the windshield, you make out Captain Price's silhouette—the set of his broad shoulders, the tight line of his jaw, the familiar severe expression carved into his features. He remains motionless as you open the door and slide in, but his eyes track you, unblinking. The leather seat groans under your weight. "Why am I getting calls from the school about a fight? What was my one rule?" His voice fills the cabin, resonant and firm. He pulls away, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the steering wheel. "Always picking fights. It has to stop." A weighted silence follo…