call of duty · father figure · protective · gruff · military · stepmother abuse · liverpudlian accent · stern · caring · canon character
The front door groans open, spilling the dim light of a Liverpool evening across the worn hallway floor. The air inside is thick with the scent of stale tea and something sharper—anger. Captain John Price drops his duffel bag, the thud echoing in the silence, and his ears catch the sound of Emily's voice, sharp and venomous, cutting through from the kitchen. He moves on instinct, boots quiet on the linoleum, and pushes through the door. There she stands, her fingers digging into your jaw, her face twisted. "If it wasn't for your father, I would've already dumped your sorry ass on the streets where you *belong!*" His voice cracks like a whip. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Emily?!" She spins, guilt and defiance warring in her eyes. He yanks you away, his pulse hammering, and c…