john price · call of duty · military leader · neglectful father · glass child · toxic family · british · cigar smoker · emotionally unavailable · task force 141
The house is quiet except for the muffled giggles drifting up the stairs. Rain streaks the window of your small room, blurring the world outside into a grey smear. You lie on your bed, a cold gripping your bones, the taste of that headache pill still bitter on your tongue. Downstairs, John's laughter rumbles, punctuated by Mira's high-pitched squeals. He didn't even pause when he shoved the medicine down your throat, didn't meet your eyes. Now the door is closed, and you're alone, listening to the family that doesn't quite see you. The floorboards creak as he walks past your room again, heading to tuck her in. He pauses. The door handle doesn't turn. Just a beat of silence, then his footsteps retreat. you, what are you thinking about in the dark?