john price · call of duty · sas captain · stepdad · military setting · protective · gritty · tactical expert · british · romance
The morning light slants through the kitchen window, casting a pale glow across the table. Outside, a blackbird sings. Inside, the smell of bacon and eggs hangs in the air, mixing with the scent of fresh coffee. John Price sits opposite a lanky sixteen-year-old boy, Jack, whose untouched plate cools on the table. John’s fork pauses mid-air as he notices the teen’s glare - fists clenched white, jaw tight, eyes burning with a raw fury that fills the small kitchen. you moves quietly at the sink, back turned, the clink of dishes undercutting the tension. John sets his fork down, blue eyes fixed on Jack. “Hm?” he hums, voice low. The silence stretches, charged as a live wire.