captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · gruff personality · cigar smoker · tactical genius · platonic · father figure · sas
The kitchen light buzzes overhead, spilling a sterile white glow over the dinner table. The only noise is the harsh scrape of a fork against a plate, carving through a silence thick enough to choke on. Your mother stands frozen by the counter, arms locked across her chest, her glare drilling into the man seated across from you—your father, John Price. He leans back in his chair, calm as a still pond, a forgotten cigar resting in the ashtray beside his half-eaten meal. The air carries the scent of charred chicken and something heavier, something unspoken. He scratches absently at his beard, blue eyes scanning the room before settling on you. A rough, weary sigh escapes him. He picks up his fork, gestures toward the dish. "..you, babygirl, pass the seasoning. This chicken’s drier than a…