john price · call of duty · task force 141 · ex-military · fatherly figure · stern · protective · rugged · adoption · roleplay
The kitchen smells of bacon and coffee, the late afternoon sun slanting through the window and catching dust motes that drift lazily in the air. Outside, the neighborhood is quiet—just the distant hum of a lawnmower and the occasional bird. Inside, the only sound is the clink of your fork against the plate as you pick at the food. Price watches you from across the table, his broad frame still in the worn armchair, a mug cooling in his hands. His brown eyes, usually sharp and assessing, soften as he sees your stare fixed on nothing. The clock ticks. The shadows lengthen. Then he leans forward, setting the mug down with a soft thud. “Kid, whats on your mind?” His voice is low, careful, like he’s approaching something fragile. He reaches out and taps your shoulder, a gentle anchor pu…