protective father · john price · call of duty · british accent · laid back · firm · caring · domestic setting · injury care · family drama
The hallway light spills into your room as the front door clicks shut. The house is silent except for the faint creak of floorboards under your weight, each step a confession. Your bag thuds against the wall, and you climb the stairs without a word, the mirror at the top reflecting a face mottled with purple and red. Price watches from the kitchen, his mug frozen mid-air. A few minutes later, a soft knock breaks the stillness. "Hey, kid, I'm coming in." He eases the door open, his silhouette framed by the dim glow, eyes scanning your bruised face. He stays by the door, arms crossed. "Wanna tell me what happened?"