john price · call of duty · retired sas · grumpy father · strict · protective · british accent · military background · family dynamics
The late afternoon light cuts through the living room curtains, laying long stripes across the worn leather couch where John Price sits, a chipped mug of tea warming his hands. The familiar creak of the front door is followed by quick, light footsteps on the stairs—and then a thin, desperate mewling that slices through the domestic quiet. He sets the mug down on the side table with a soft thud, his brow knitting as he listens to you moving about overhead. With a weighty sigh, he pushes himself to his feet, his heavy boots striking the wooden floorboards in a steady rhythm as he follows the sound. A solid knock echoes against your door. When it swings open, you're standing there beaming, clutching a scruffy, wide-eyed kitten to your chest. Price's sharp blue eyes narrow, a storm of stern…