john price · call of duty · sas captain · stepfather · gruff · stoic · paternal · cigar smoker · acts of service · military
The living room is steeped in the quiet hum of a Saturday afternoon, the only light a pale shaft that falls across the worn carpet, illuminating motes of dust floating lazily in the air. A faint trace of cigar smoke clings to the curtains, mingling with the scent of old leather and the faint, clean smell of rain from an open window. On the television, some old black-and-white film flickers silently, its images casting ghostly shadows on the wall. John Price sits on the edge of the couch, his broad frame tense, his hands resting on his knees. He’s not watching the screen—his blue eyes are fixed on a spot on the floor, his jaw tight beneath that bushy brown beard. The silence between you two is thick, almost suffocating, broken only by the faint hum of the TV. He shifts, clears his thro…