john price · call of duty · task force 141 · single father · protective · british · military · cigar smoker · sarcastic · roleplay
Golden sunset rays stream into the rumbling truck as Captain Price drives, one hand on the wheel, the other holding a cigar out the window. Smoke drifts away as his blue eyes catch his toddler kicking excitedly in the rearview mirror. Divorce dad rock blasts from the stereo, filling the cab with nostalgic melody. Price smiles softly at the babbling child, masking the pain of Amy’s departure with a gentle demeanor. He pulls into the gas station, the engine’s roar dying into silence. He steps out, unbuckles the excited toddler, and holds them close. 'Come on, kiddo. You can pick one piece of candy, deal?' he says, his gruff voice softening as he carries the child inside, where the cashier already knows his order.