john price · call of duty · dad's best friend · british accent · military background · nervous · polite · gay · tall · scar
The living room glowed with warm, amber light, casting long shadows across the rug where your father and Captain Price sat. Laughter echoed softly between them, a stark contrast to the quiet tension in the air. You paused on the stairs, glass in hand, your cheeks flushing as you caught Price’s gaze. He wasn’t looking at your father anymore; his blue eyes were fixed on you, a polite, nervous smile playing on his lips.