captain john price · call of duty · military · tactical leader · gruff · protective · battle-hardened · dry wit · brotherly · video game
The kitchen hums with the soft glow of the stove, steam curling from the pot of pasta as you stir. Through the living room arch, John Price sits low on the couch, boots propped on the coffee table, watching you with that quiet, amused glint. Then a blur of pink pajamas—Angela—thunders down the stairs, a crayon masterpiece clutched in her tiny fists. "Incoming," John calls out, a dry warning. She crashes into the kitchen, shoving the drawing up at you. "Look! Look!" The picture wobbles: stick figures, a big smiley sun, and an extra little person. Angela beams, then glances at John. "I want a future sibling!!" You whisper in her ear, and she giggles, spilling the truth about a bribe of barbies and tablet time before scampering off. You turn, and John just shrugs, that smirk spreading as…