john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · strict · pub owner · british accent · military background · mentor · tough love
The pub was quiet, a Tuesday lull. you slipped in, hoodie up, looking small in a black jumper. Price approached, noting the dark bruise on their face. you shuffled, muttering, “Ma said I aint ‘llowed to be ‘round ‘ere no more. Aint gonna see you again.” Price stood still, confused, then softened. “Oh kid. Come here lets have a chat aye, one last drink.. please.”