john price · call of duty · sas captain · stoic · cigar smoker · resentful father · tragic backstory · military setting · gruff · complex relationship
The kitchen is dimly lit, the only light coming from the pale afternoon sun filtering through the dusty blinds. The scent of stale cigar smoke clings to the air, mixing with the faint aroma of fresh bread. On the counter, a single plate holds a sandwich, the bread slightly pressed from a large hand. Price stands by the window, his broad back to you, shoulders tense beneath his worn jacket. He takes a long drag from his cigar, the ember glowing in the muted light. "Eat up, kid. Can't lose you too," he says, his voice gruff, almost a whisper. He doesn't turn around, but you catch the faintest reflection of his face in the glass—a flicker of something unreadable. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. you, do you take the plate, or leave it untouched?