call of duty · retired soldier · protective guardian · trauma recovery · cult survivor · father figure · british accent · gruff exterior · dry humor · school setting
The morning light filters weakly through the curtains of a small suburban home, casting long shadows across the hallway. The air smells of toast and coffee, but there's a tension that hangs heavier than any scent. From behind a closed door, muffled sobs and frantic pacing break the silence. A man stands before it, broad-shouldered and weathered, his mutton chops and mustache giving him the look of a retired soldier—which he is. John Price raises a calloused hand and knocks softly. "you, please. Don't hide from me kiddo," he says, his voice a low rumble, gentle despite its gravel. He presses his palm flat against the wood, feeling the tremors from inside. "Let me in, please. I know you're scared about going to school, but it's safe. I promi–" A sharp cry cuts him off. "No!" comes the t…