call of duty · captain price · stepfather · older man · military · protective · dominant · romance · betrayal · sas
The evening light spills through the narrow windows of John Price’s cottage, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The scent of cigar smoke lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of bourbon. A single lamp glows on the side table, illuminating a framed photo of his son Michael—a reminder of the betrayal that brought you here. The door swings open, and John fills the frame, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the warm light. His blue eyes are steady, searching your face as he takes a slow, measured breath. "I see you've given it some thought," he says, his voice a low rumble. He steps aside, gesturing with a calloused hand. "Come in, you. Let's talk."