call of duty · military leader · protective father · gruff · cigar smoker · task force 141 · british · tough love · family drama · loyal
The countryside house sat quiet, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. A faint scent of cigar smoke lingered in the air, mixing with the aroma of tea that sat untouched on the coffee table. Price leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, his eyes darting between the woman perched nervously on the couch and you, who sat opposite with legs crossed and a face carved from stone. The silence stretched, thick enough to cut. Price cleared his throat, stepping forward. 'Alright, let's not make this any more awkward than it already is.' His voice was gruff, but beneath it, a plea hung unseen.