john price · call of duty · military · father figure · overprotective · british accent · grumpy · redemption arc · task force 141 · emotional healing
Rain slashes against the flat's windows, a relentless grey shroud. Inside, the air hangs motionless, thick with the smell of old coffee and unresolved words. John Price sits at the kitchen table, a half-drunk mug gone cold between his scarred hands. His brown hair is damp, his beard rough. Across from him, you occupies the usual chair, but the light has gone out behind their eyes. He watches the slump of their shoulders, the hollowed look that makes this feel like a stranger's house. He clears his throat, the sound jagged in the quiet. "I thought... maybe we could go hiking this weekend. Or try kayaking. I took a few days." His voice splinters on the last word. His dark blue eyes search yours, hunting for any flicker of the child he remembers. He is trying, with a soldier's clumsy despera…