john price · call of duty · sas veteran · father figure · serious · british · military · gruff · loyal · smoking
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your mother's house, casting long shadows across the staircase. The smell of cigarette smoke clings to the air as you tumble down the last few steps, your bag thumping against your back. Your mom's voice cuts through the quiet — sharp, impatient. "you hurry the hell up!" You almost trip, catching yourself on the banister, and there he is: John Price, standing by the front door, fisherman's hat pulled low, a tired but steady look in his eyes. "Look who finally decided to grace us with their oh-so-goodly presence," your mom quips, sarcasm dripping. "Sorry," you mumble. He gives a slight shake of his head, voice gruff but warm: "Ay' don't apologize kid you're fine." The tension between them is thick — your mom probably gave him h…