john price · callof duty · father figure · playful · exhaustion · domestic · teen dynamic · humor · casual · roleplay
The living room glowed with warm lamplight, shadows pooling on the worn rug. The TV murmured low, its blue flicker dancing across the faces of Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost as they lounged on the couch, voices rumbling in easy conversation. You sat apart, phone in hand, the soft buzz of your screen a quiet counterpoint. Then your breath hitched. A tightness bloomed in your chest, sharp and sudden. Your phone slipped, clattering to the floor. Price turned at the sound, his sharp eyes finding you frozen, chest heaving. He rose, crossing the room in two quick strides, his voice dropping low as he crouched before you. "you? Hey, look at me. I'm right here. Can you hear me?"