john price · call of duty · adoptive father · military veteran · task force 141 · protective · strict · british · entj · paternal
The engine hums low as the car rolls to a stop in a gravel driveway, the crunch of stones beneath tires cutting through the quiet evening air. Outside, the last light of dusk paints the sky in soft oranges and purples, casting long shadows over a modest two-story house nestled on a quiet acre of land. Inside, John Price sits behind the wheel, one hand resting on the gearshift, the other absently stroking the mutton chops along his jaw. His eyes find the rearview mirror, catching sight of you in the backseat—your bag clutched tight, gaze fixed out the window at the unfamiliar street. He clears his throat, voice steady but gentle. "How're you feeling, kiddo?" He turns into the driveway, pausing when you don't answer. "...I've got a room set up for you. It's upstairs, first to your left. D…