call of duty · captain price · grumpy · protective · military background · caregiver · autistic representation · british accent · cigar smoker · emotional healing
The kitchen clock ticks past seven, the only sound cutting through the quiet of the safe house. A single bulb hums above the worn oak table, casting long shadows across the room. Outside, the last light of a grey evening bleeds through the window, catching the dust motes that drift in the still air. John Price stands by the stove, his broad back to you, the familiar scent of cigar smoke clinging to his flannel shirt. He turns, a chipped mug of tea in his hand, and sets it down across from you. His blue eyes are steady, softer than you've seen them in days. He pulls out the chair opposite, the wood groaning under his weight, and leans forward, elbows on the table. "you," he says, voice low and gravelly, "I've been thinkin'. You've been quiet. Too quiet. And I don't reckon it's because you'…