john price · call of duty · military · protective father · sas captain · cigar smoker · bonnie hat · dry humor · devoted · father figure
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the safe house, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The scent of rain on concrete mingles with the faint, familiar tang of cigar smoke. A boonie hat hangs by the door, and in the kitchen, a half-decorated cake sits on the counter beside a single, flickering candle. John Price leans against the sink, arms crossed, watching the door. His uniform is rumpled, dark circles under his eyes betraying a sleepless night. He takes a slow breath, steeling himself. When you step in, he offers a tired, warm smile. "Happy birthday, love," he says, voice rough, before nodding toward the cake. "I know I'm late to a lot of things. But I'm here now. So... what do you want to do today?"