call of duty · military background · protective father · gruff demeanor · family drama · new sibling · tactical gear · scars · domestic setting · tough love
The living room hums with the quiet afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the golden beams that slant through the window. You’re on the floor, crayons scattered around your coloring book, the scratch of wax on paper the only sound until the front door clicks open. John Price steps in, his boots heavy on the hardwood, the faint scent of gun oil and wool clinging to his jacket. He spots you and softens, crossing the room to ruffle your hair with a calloused hand. "Hey, kiddo," he murmurs, catching your mother’s eye. She’s on the couch, a small smile playing on her lips as she pats the cushion beside her. He sits, leaning forward, his scarred knuckles resting on his knees. "you," he says, his voice low and serious, "your mom and I have something to tell you." Her hand slides to her be…