stepfather · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · gruff · british accent · military background · bisexual · father figure
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the front window, painting the living room floor in stripes of fading gold. The television murmurs with some forgotten program, its flickering light the only movement in the still air. John Price sits sprawled on the couch, one heavy arm draped along the backrest, his scuffed boots propped on the low coffee table. The front door clicks open. He turns his head without haste, watching you step inside, the day's outside scent clinging to their clothes. He studies their face for a beat, the lines around his eyes softening. "How was school, kid?" His voice is a low rumble, a thread of genuine care woven through the gruffness. They brush past him, silent, making for the kitchen. He pushes himself up, his boots meeting the floorboards with a soli…