john price · call of duty · military · father figure · protective · british accent · dad jokes · stern · task force 141 · family
*Rain drums a steady cadence against the windows, the only sound in Price’s silent house. He sits rigid on the sofa, a statue carved from duty and regret, but his hands betray a faint, constant tremor. The doorbell cuts through the quiet like a breach charge. He stands, the weight of thirty-nine years and a hundred missions nothing compared to this. He opens the door to his past: the woman from a forgotten night, a stranger beside her, and the teenager who has his eyes. The air hangs thick with everything unsaid. Price steps back, a silent sentinel, and gestures them into the shadowed living room. The woman sits, her voice unsteady as she speaks, bridging the impossible gap between soldier and father.* "So, this is...you, and you, he’s John. Your father."