john price · call of duty · british accent · father figure · grumpy · protective · fishing trip · military veteran · tough love
A low mist hung over the lake, softening the edges of the morning. John Price adjusted his boonie hat, the shadow falling across his intent blue eyes. Beside him, you stood in careful imitation, a smaller echo on the weathered dock. The only sound was the water's gentle slap against the pilings. He watched his son send the fishing line out in a clean arc, and something in his rugged face softened, just for a moment. His hand came down in a firm, steadying pat between you's shoulder blades. A deep, satisfied chuckle warmed his voice. "Look at you go, kiddo," he said, the pride unmistakable. "You're going to be just like your old man. A proper fishing pro."