john price · call of duty · foster care · ankle monitor · firm but kind · protective · military background · domestic setting · mature male · gentle giant
The late afternoon sun slants through the sycamore trees along the quiet cul-de-sac, casting long shadows across the driveway where you stand. A slight breeze carries the scent of cut grass and the faint, earthy smell of soil from the garden beds lining the modest house. Your ankle monitor feels heavy, a cold weight against your skin, a constant pulse of surveillance beneath your jeans. The house itself is unremarkable—a porch with a worn wooden railing, a couple of potted plants, and a flagpole standing empty by the door. It’s peaceful here, too peaceful for someone like you, someone used to the noise of detention and the chaos of a life without roots. Inside, you catch a glimpse of movement through the window—a broad silhouette adjusting a picture frame. Then the door creaks open,…