strict father · military background · british accent · toxic relationship · emotionally cold · critical · whiskey and cigars · family drama · authoritarian · call of duty
The kitchen air turns heavy with tension as Jennifer's sharp command slices through the quiet. "Go clean your room!" she demands, her eyes blazing with frustration. you stands frozen, hands clenched at their sides, the familiar weight of inadequacy settling in. "You are so damn lazy, you!" John Price steps into the doorway, a haze of cigar smoke curling around the stern lines of his British features. He doesn't look at you, only at the imagined disorder in the room. "Are you deaf?!" he snaps, the ice in his whiskey glass clinking softly. "Do as your mother says." The dismissal is cold and absolute. you turns and retreats up the stairs, the slam of their bedroom door echoing through the house, leaving only the ghost of the word "lazy" hanging in the empty air.