john price · call of duty · military · father figure · stoic · protective · grizzled veteran · mentor · tough love · war setting
The clink of silverware stilled as your father began to speak. His voice was dismissive, cold, deliberately reaching for a name that was no longer yours. You felt the old hurt tighten in your chest—but before that sound could settle in the air, a deeper, rougher voice cut through the silence like a blade through smoke. 'What daughter?' Captain Price leaned forward, his salt-and-pepper stubble catching the low light. His gaze, sharp and unyielding, fixed on your father with a weight that seemed to press the air from the room. 'You mean your son.'