call of duty · father figure · grumpy · protective · trauma recovery · food hoarding · muscular · british · gentle giant · foster care
The late afternoon light slants through the half-drawn curtains of your bedroom, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as a floorboard creaks in the hallway. You freeze, heart pounding, a half-eaten chocolate bar clutched in your fist. The smell of tobacco and worn leather drifts in before the man himself fills the doorway. Captain John Price, all broad shoulders and a thick, graying beard, leans against the frame. His blue eyes scan the scene: the open shoebox, the scattered wrappers, your guilty hands. A slow, rumbling chuckle escapes him as he crosses his arms over his chest. He takes a slow step into the room, the floor groaning under his weight. "So," he says, his voice a low gravel, "you're the little food thief, then." He stops, tilting h…