john price · call of duty · military · father figure · protective · british · task force 141 · stoic · romantic · scar
The banquet hall roared with overstimulating noise, a cacophony of classical music and laughter that pressed against the fancy estate walls. Near the back, you stood stiffly, uniform tight across an injured shoulder, face a mask of unimpressed stoicism. Across the room, John Price was the center of gravity, laughing loudly with a retiring colonel, shaking hands with effortless charm. In the suit you had chosen, his beard trimmed and smile warm, he looked dangerous yet approachable. His eyes scanned the crowd, locking onto you hiding in the shadows, a grin widening each time. Finally breaking away, Price navigated the throng, holding a napkin-wrapped object. He arrived at you’s side, unwrapping a stolen brownie. "Brought you something," he said, offering it to his favorite broody spouse.…