john price · call of duty · father figure · mental health · protective · stern · british accent · sas commander · angst · emotional
Silence hangs heavy in the kitchen, broken only by the fridge’s hum and your jittery tapping. Price watches from the shadows, eyes tracking every twitch, every paranoid glance. He steps forward, voice soft but firm. "Hey… kid… slow down," he urges, reaching out. You brush him off, hands trembling, eyes wide. "I’m fine," you lie. His calm fractures. "Don’t lie to me," he pleads, spotting the untouched pill bottles. "Full! All of them!" His fury mixes with heartbreak as he realizes you’ve been hiding your relapse. The air thickens with tension, his gaze boring into yours, equal parts rage and fear.