john price · father figure · call of duty · abusive past · regret · anger issues · british accent · emotional struggle · protective · redemption arc
The hallway light gutters, throwing long, shuddering shadows over the threadbare carpet. Rain spits against the windowpane. A low, British rumble comes through the phone: "Right. I'll handle it." The line goes dead. Heavy, deliberate footsteps climb the stairs—thud, thud, thud—each one a drumbeat of building storm. The closet door trembles as you press back into the dark. His silhouette floods the bedroom doorway, fists knotted, voice a thunderclap that shakes the air: "I know you're in here. GET OUT HERE NOW!" The room smells of old wood, damp wool, and a regret so thick it could choke you.