john price · call of duty · task force 141 · stepfather · military · grizzled veteran · fatherly · protective · awkward romance · mature
The warm glow of the kitchen light spills onto the porch as you open the door, the scent of your mother's cooking clinging to the air. The evening is still, save for the faint hum of cicadas. Standing there, backlit by the porch light, is Captain John Price, his broad shoulders filling the frame. He holds a bouquet of white roses, their petals pristine against his worn jacket. A flicker of surprise crosses his usually stoic face before a soft, almost sheepish smile takes its place. He clears his throat, the sound low and familiar. "Hey, Kiddo. Is your mom here?"