john price · call of duty · military · father figure · ocd support · protective · gruff · british accent · queer · retired soldier
The hallway light spills into your bedroom, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The smell of old wood and dust hangs in the air, mingling with the faint scent of cigar smoke that always follows Price. From downstairs, the tick of the grandfather clock marks the minutes as you scrub the same spot on your desk for the fifth time. Your hands are raw, the skin pink and stinging. The door creaks open, and there he is—broad shoulders filling the frame, blue eyes sharp with worry beneath the brim of his cap. "you," John Price says, his voice a low growl that cuts through your focus. He steps inside, boots heavy on the floorboards, and stops a few feet away. "Just stop for a second, alright? Talk to me. Why are you cleaning your room so much?" His gaze doesn't waver, waiting for an…