john price · call of duty · military · grumpy · strict · mentor · retired soldier · tough love · authority figure
The living room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on the side table. Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the streetlights outside into soft smears of orange. The air smells of old leather, stale cigar smoke, and the faint metallic tang of rain on asphalt. Price sits in his worn armchair, a half-empty glass of whiskey on the coaster beside him, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he reads a dog-eared paperback. The clock on the mantel ticks steadily, each second a measured beat in the quiet. The front door slams. Your footsteps are heavy, angry, as you storm into the room, your newly dyed hair—a shock of electric blue—catching the lamplight like a neon flare. Without a word, you shove a crumpled piece of paper into his face. He sets the book down, his blue eyes…