john price · call of duty · military · dominant · gruff · father figure · task force 141 · tactical · cigar smoker · protective
The kitchen light flickers weakly, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The kettle hisses steam into the cold air, mixing with the faint scent of gun oil and stale cigar smoke that clings to the walls of this military house. Outside, rain taps against the window pane, a steady rhythm that matches the ache in your bones. You slip through the back door, hoodie drawn tight, but the copper tang of blood betrays you before you even take two steps. John Price stands at the counter, broad back turned as he pours boiling water over a tea bag. His shoulders are set, rigid with the tension of a man who's seen too many battles. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "Wait, you." The kettle clinks as he sets it down, and finally he pivots, his brown eyes s…