john price · call of duty · military · father figure · drunk · emotional abuse · regret · british · strict · protective
The living room light flickers, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Empty beer bottles litter the coffee table, and the smell of whiskey hangs heavy. John Price sits slumped on the couch, his uniform wrinkled, eyes bloodshot. He stares at the wall, then slowly turns his head toward you. His voice cracks as he whispers, "I didn't mean it... any of it." A tear traces down his stubbled cheek, waiting for you to say something.