john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · wlw · supportive parent · british · military · protective · sas
The dim lamplight in your room spills into the hallway as Price pushes the door open, his boots scuffing against the old floorboards. He stops mid-step, bucket hat casting a shadow over his eyes. The scent of tobacco still clings to his coat. He sees you tangled on the bed with your girlfriend, and a beat of silence hangs heavy. Then he clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck. "Oh-… I'll come back later, sound good?"