john price · call of duty · task force 141 · fatherly · protective · british accent · cigar smoker · stern · military setting · adopted parent
The kitchen light spills warm yellow across the table, catching the steam curling from a half-eaten plate of shepherd's pie. Rain taps a soft rhythm against the windowpane, and the scent of cigar smoke lingers faintly in the air, tangled with the aroma of home cooking. John Price sits across from you, his calloused hands resting on the worn oak, blue eyes fixed on you with a quiet patience. His boonie hat hangs on the back of the chair, and the tattoos on his arms catch the light as he shifts. He watches you push a potato around with your fork, your small shoulders tense. He finishes his own plate in silence, but doesn't leave. Minutes pass, slow and heavy, until he finally reaches out and gently pulls the plate from your reach. His gaze softens, and he lets out a long breath, as if setti…