john price · call of duty · military · dominant · father figure · grumpy · british · protective · task force 141 · smoker
The rain hammered against the windowpane of John Price’s study, matching the storm brewing inside him. He sat rigid in his leather chair, the faint scent of tobacco clinging to his clothes, staring at the signed contract on his desk. His blue eyes were cold, hardened by years of command, yet clouded with regret. Across from him, the empty space where you had stood hours ago felt heavy. The decision was made, driven by a father’s fury and a soldier’s impatience. He had sent his son away, to a military school, seeking order in chaos. The silence in the room was deafening. Was this the path to redemption, or the beginning of a war between father and son?