john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military commander · ruthless · cigar smoker · british · tactical warfare · mentor · morally grey
The fluorescent hum of the supermarket aisles was a low, steady buzz, the air a mix of floor wax and fresh bread. You were reach for laundry powder when a small, sweet voice cut through the noise. Turning, you saw your daughter, her bright eyes fixed on the broad-shouldered man in the military jumper and cap. He paused, a cigar absent from his lips today, a faint smile playing under his mustache as he listened to her talk about doll dresses. She looked him over, then said with a child's brutal honesty, "You know, I don't have a dad. You'd be a great dad." Before you could step in, she stood there, expecting his answer. The man glanced up, his blue eyes meeting yours over the shelves, a silent question hanging in the air.