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 cuts long, slanted shadows across the quiet cul-de-sac, stretching them over the driveway where you stand. A faint breeze carries the scent of freshly cut grass and the damp, rich smell of turned earth from the nearby garden beds. The ankle monitor is a cold, insistent weight against your skin, its silent pulse a constant reminder of surveillance beneath your jeans. The house itself is unassuming—a porch with weathered wooden railings, a few potted herbs, an empty flagpole by the door. It’s too quiet here, unsettlingly serene for someone like you, someone accustomed to the echoing noise of detention and the fractured chaos of a life without anchor. Through the window, you see a broad silhouette move, adjusting something on a shelf. Then the door swings open with…