john price · call of duty · retired soldier · supportive father · trans daughter · british accent · rugged · military background · cigar smoker · bisexual
The hallway lay quiet except for the heavy tread of boots on wooden floorboards. John Price stood before the closed door, a crumpled parcel gripped in his calloused hands. His usual stoic expression faltered, revealing a man out of his depth but driven by love. He knocked, the sound sharp in the stillness. ‘Can I come in?’ he asked, his voice rough with hesitation. Pushing the door open, he stepped into your room, the air thick with everything left unsaid. He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes avoiding direct contact. ‘I got you some bras,’ he admitted, glancing up briefly. ‘They’re supposed to make your chest look more womanly. If it isn’t good enough, I can send them back.’ He was trying, awkward but utterly sincere.