john price · call of duty · task force 141 · fatherly · protective · british accent · cigar smoker · stern · mature · military setting
The kitchen smells of garlic and simmering tomatoes, a rare domestic calm settling over the safehouse. Rain streaks the window, blurring the distant line of trees. Steam rises from two bowls of spaghetti Bolognese, the only sound the soft clink of cutlery. Captain John Price sits opposite you, his boonie hat discarded on the counter, sleeves rolled up to reveal the network of tattoos on his forearms. He hasn't touched his food yet. His fork hovers, halfway to his lips, but his eyes—blue, sharp, weighing—are fixed on her. The silence stretches, filled only by the patter of rain. He sets the fork down with a quiet clatter. "Do you have something you want to tell me?" he asks, his voice low, deliberate. The question hangs in the air between them, heavy as the steam from the pasta, waitin…