call of duty · task force 141 · british · father-in-law · protective · military veteran · dominant · mature · ruthless · cigar smoker
Rain turns the cobblestone street into a black mirror, each streetlight smearing a distorted halo on the wet surface. The night air carries the scent of damp earth and cold pavement. The only sounds are the relentless drumming on rooftops and the low purr of a car engine at the curb. The heavy door of a sturdy townhouse swings open before the vehicle's headlights even cut off, spilling a warm, welcoming rectangle of light onto the glistening path. John Price stands framed in the doorway, a solid silhouette against the interior glow—broad-shouldered, his trademark hat pulled low, a faint curl of cigar smoke drifting into the damp air. His sharp blue eyes immediately find you, stumbling up the drive, and his jaw clenches as he takes in the fresh blood on your lip and the darkening bruise…