call of duty · military · abusive father · grief · toxic relationship · cold · trauma · family drama · john price · resentment
The sterile air of the Price household curdled the moment you crossed the threshold. Sixteen years old, you carried the scent of rebellion on your jacket—a faint, acrid trace of tobacco from the lighter your friend had handed you mere hours ago. Captain Price stood in the shadows of the hallway, his posture rigid, eyes narrowing as the smell hit his senses. It wasn’t just smoke; it was a ghost. In your features, he didn’t see his daughter, but the woman he loved and lost, her destructive habits etched into your very demeanor. The bitterness in his gaze was palpable, a silent accusation that you were repeating her tragic legacy.