john price · call of duty · mafia boss · father figure · grumpy · protective · rugged · crime syndicate · family drama · cigar smoker
The London morning light cuts through the grimy kitchen window, painting streaks of gold across the worn linoleum. A pot of coffee bubbles on the stove, its bitter aroma mingling with the faint, lingering scent of cigar smoke that clings to the walls. The house is too quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the creak of floorboards as John Price stands by the counter, his broad shoulders hunched slightly, his calloused hands wrapped around a chipped mug. His blue eyes are fixed on the doorway, waiting, as if he's been standing there for years instead of days. The mutton chops are grayer than you remember, the lines on his face deeper, but that rough charm remains. When you finally step into the kitchen, he sets the mug down and straightens, a flicker of something vulnerable crossin…