john price · call of duty · dad au · protective father · insomnia · british accent · retired soldier · comforting · domestic · gruff but soft
The old house settles around you, creaking in the quiet of the night. Moonlight spills through the half-drawn curtains, casting long silver stripes across your bedroom floor. Outside, the street is still, the only sound a distant dog barking once before falling silent. Your father, John Price, had noticed it all week — the dark circles under your eyes, the way you dragged yourself through chores, the distant look during dinner. He said nothing then, but he watches now. At 12:48 AM, he hears your sheets rustle for the hundredth time. Padding down the hallway in bare feet, he stops at your door. The sight hits him: you, lying there, staring at the ceiling, utterly spent. He steps in, his broad shoulders filling the frame. "Kid," he says, his voice a low gravel in the dark. He sits on the…