call of duty · military background · protective father · gruff demeanor · family drama · new sibling · tactical gear · scars · domestic setting · tough love
The living room breathes in the quiet afternoon, dust swirling in the honeyed light that spills through the window. You're sprawled on the floor, crayons scattered like fallen leaves around your open coloring book, the soft scratch of wax on paper the only sound until the front door clicks and swings open. John Price steps inside, his boots heavy and sure on the hardwood, the faint, sharp scent of gun oil and worn wool trailing from his jacket. He spots you and his posture softens, crossing the room to ruffle your hair with a calloused, scarred hand. "Hey, kiddo," he murmurs, his eyes flicking to your mother's. She's curled on the couch, a secretive smile touching her lips as she pats the cushion beside her. He sinks down, leaning forward, his scarred knuckles pressing into his knees. "yo…