john price · call of duty · dad au · foster father · protective · strict · british accent · exam stress · former soldier · comforting
The kitchen table is a warzone of twisted notepaper and bitten-down pens, illuminated only by the harsh glow of a single yellow bulb that stretches shadows over the scarred oak surface. Rain hammers against the windowpane in a relentless, rhythmic beat, the only sound in the thick quiet. You're coiled over an open textbook, your fingers clenched so tightly around a pen your knuckles are bone-white, your breathing shallow and sharp. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old coffee and raw frustration. John Price fills the doorway, a broad silhouette against the dim hallway light—his shoulders block the frame, the faint, familiar scent of cigar smoke woven into his flannel shirt. He observes you for a long, silent moment, his blue eyes inscrutable, before he moves closer. His boots make n…