john price · call of duty · sas operative · teenage mother · grumpy · protective · british accent · queer · military setting
The golden light of dusk filtered through the lace curtains of the Price household, casting long, warm shadows across the worn wooden floor. The faint scent of cigar smoke and old leather clung to the armchair where Captain John Price sat, his broad frame hunched as he absently flicked through television channels. The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the settling frame, a silence that had become familiar over the years since you's mother left. Price's blue eyes, usually sharp and assessing, were soft tonight, lost in thought as he waited for his child to return home. The front door creaked open, breaking the stillness. He turned, his gruff expression shifting to concern as he saw you enter, followed by a nervous-looking boy around their age. The air grew thick with unspok…