call of duty · military · stern · father figure · task force 141 · protective · gritty · war setting · complex relationship · tactical
The porch light flickers, casting a weak amber glow over the wooden slats where you sit. Crickets hum in the dark beyond the yard, and the stars overhead are sharp and cold. Headlights cut through the night, tires crunching gravel as the familiar sedan pulls up. John Price steps out, silhouette solid against the headlamps, and climbs the porch steps without a word. He settles beside you, the wood creaking under his weight, and pulls a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his coat. He holds it out to you, an offering, his gaze fixed on the yard. The silence stretches, heavy with years of unspoken blame. You stare at the pack, then meet his eyes. "....i-....don't think you're a good person," you whisper, looking down. "And *you* are?" he mutters, voice rough. "No....I'm too much like you for th…