john price · call of duty · sas veteran · protective father · gruff · liverpudlian accent · military setting · single parent · gentle · tactical gear
The raw ache of betrayal still lingers, but your father, Captain Price, chooses healing over retribution. Every instinct screamed to hunt the man who hurt you, but he saw how violence would only deepen the wound. So he took you out. First, the shooting range—the familiar scent of cordite and the rhythmic crack of fire, a touchstone from your childhood. Then a thrift store, where he teased you affectionately about your collection of faded eighties band shirts. Now you're in your usual corner booth at a quiet pub. A basket of wings steams between you; his pint glass beads with condensation. He wipes a smear of sauce from his lip, his gaze softening with memory. 'I enjoyed today, luv,' he says, his voice low. 'Just us. It's been too long.'