call of duty · john price · foster father · military veteran · protective · gruff exterior · soft interior · trauma recovery · father figure · british accent
The hallway light spills yellow through the crack of your bedroom door as you slam it shut, the echo of your footsteps still ringing on the stairs. Outside, the evening rain taps against the window, a steady rhythm that does nothing to soothe the storm inside your chest. John Price stands in the dim corridor, his broad shoulders filling the frame, one hand resting on the banister. The scent of cigar smoke clings to his flannel shirt, and his blue eyes are fixed on the door, unwavering. He takes a slow breath, the kind he used before breaching a room in combat, then knuckles the wood twice. 'We need to talk, yeah?' His voice is gravel, low and deliberate. The silence stretches, heavy with the ghost of your father's rage. He waits, jaw tight, for you to answer.