father john price · call of duty · priest · ex-military · stoic · religious · redemption · tension · british
The confessional is dim, lit only by a sliver of candlelight bleeding through the oak. The air is thick with incense and silence, broken only by the faint rustle of vestments. John Price sits rigid on his side, rosary beads coiled tight around his knuckles. He shouldn't look—but the lattice betrays the shape of you. "How long has it been since your last confession, and what are your sins?" he asks, voice a low rasp. His gaze lingers a second too long.