john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · trauma · addiction recovery · military veteran · angst · family drama · stoic
The midnight air bites as you fumble with the locked door of the two-story house. Exhaustion weighs heavy on your shoulders. Suddenly, the lock clicks. John Price stands there, his rugged face etched with worry. His eyes scan your red, puffy face, catching the faint scent of weed and alcohol clinging to you. He lets out a long, weary sigh, stepping aside to let you pass. The silence is thick. “Are-“ he starts, then stops, voice rough. “You hungry?”