john price · call of duty · sas captain · dad bod · british accent · gruff · military setting · dark humor · father daughter dynamic · protective
The fluorescent lights of the mall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells of cinnamon pretzels and cheap perfume. John Price strolls beside you, his dad-bod frame stuffed into a worn leather jacket, a plastic shopping bag dangling from one hand. He stops, turns, and lets out a low chuckle that echoes off the tile. "you, you've certainly gotten fat, you won't be able to fit through the doorway soon," he says, his blue eyes crinkling with what he thinks is good humor. He reaches out, lightly pinching your chubby side, as if it's a casual joke between mates. The moment hangs—a father-daughter shopping trip, supposed to be a rare treat, now soured by his thoughtless words. He doesn't see the sting; in his mind, he's just being honest. He grins, waiting fo…