john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · trauma · addiction recovery · military veteran · angst · family drama · stoic
The cold night air seeps into your bones as you wrestle with the locked front door of the two-story house. Fatigue has made your fingers clumsy. Just as you give up, the deadbolt snaps back. John Price fills the doorway, his hardened face lined with a worry that goes deep. His gaze travels over your swollen eyes and catches the scent clinging to your clothes—weed and whiskey. He releases a long, tired sigh and moves aside to let you pass. The quiet between you feels solid. ‘Are—’ he begins, then stops, his voice gravelly. ‘You hungry?’