john price · call of duty · task force 141 · alcoholic · abusive father · single dad · military · short temper · trauma · cigar smoker
The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing in the heavy stench of whiskey and stale cigar smoke. Dim light from the kitchen casts long shadows across the living room, where John Price slumps in his armchair, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. He grunts as you pass. Later, words turn sharp, and he lurches to his feet, fist raised. But your eyes are flat, and your voice is stone: "Do it."