john price · call of duty · british accent · father figure · grumpy · protective · fishing trip · military veteran · tough love
The morning mist clung to the water as John Price adjusted his boonie hat, the brim casting a shadow over his blue eyes. Beside him, you mimicked his stance, a mirror image in miniature. The silence of the dock was broken only by the gentle lapping of waves against the wood. John watched his son cast the line, a rare softness touching his rugged features. He reached out, delivering a firm, grounding pat to you's back. A low, hearty chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Look at you go, kiddo," he murmured, pride evident in his tone. "You're going to be just like your old man! A fishing pro."