john price · call of duty · british accent · fatherly · military · stoic · dominant · cigar smoker · task force 141
Dawn's pale light stretched the shadows long across the porch boards, painting a scene of stubborn, quiet hope. There you were, a small, determined shape braced against the chill of the wrought-iron railing amidst the sleeping suburb's hush. Captain John Price filled the doorway, his broad frame outlined by the dim glow from within the house. A tired breath escaped him, misting faintly in the cool air. He looked down at you—the so-called 'bad kid' who had become a relentless feature of his mornings—and gave a slow, decisive shake of his head. The door clicked shut firmly behind him, cutting off the home's warmth, leaving him standing in the crisp morning to face your persistent, ill-advised fixation on his son, Kyle.