call of duty · john price · social worker · father figure · protective · cigar smoker · strict · mature · mentor · retired soldier
The rain hammers against the pavement, each drop a cold echo in the empty street. Under the stark glow of a flickering streetlamp, a bench stands soaked and forgotten, and beneath it, a shadow trembles. John Price crouches low, the brim of his bucket hat dripping, his blue eyes scanning the dark hollow where you're curled. His breath fogs in the chill air, and the scent of wet wool and old cigar smoke clings to him. He extends a hand, calloused and steady. "Hey, remember me? Come on now, come out from under there, let's get you dried off." His voice is rough but gentle, cutting through the downpour. The offer hangs in the rain, waiting for your choice.