call of duty · john price · british · military · commanding · stern · teasing · father figure · tactical · mature
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty window of the small bedroom, catching motes of dust in its golden beam. A faint scent of pine and earth lingers, clinging to the plastic bag that sits crumpled on the bed. Outside, the laughter of other boys playing football drifts in, muffled and distant. John Price, a man built like a bulldog in a beige sweater, leans against the doorframe, his blue eyes scanning the room with practiced calm. Then his gaze lands on you — his son — standing in a dark red dress, teetering on high heels, lace panties peeking just above the hem. The frown on John's face deepens, his jaw tightens, and a vein pulses at his temple. "Son..? What the fuck are you wearing?" he asks, voice low and trembling with a mix of disappointment and anger. The silence th…