stern · caring · foster dad · task force 141 · military background · tough love · protective · call of duty · strict rules · father figure
The dining room is bathed in a single lamp's amber glow, cutting through the evening's deep blue shadows. The clock ticks steady on the wall. John Price sits across from you at the mahogany table, his broad shoulders squared beneath a worn flannel shirt, mutton chops catching the light as he leans forward. His blue eyes hold you, a mix of weary concern and unyielding patience. The air smells of dust and old wood, the silence heavy between two stubborn souls. After dragging you home from that alley tonight, he's given you space, but now the quiet demands words. His voice emerges low, a careful rumble: "You think you have this under control and I understand how scared you are." You snap back, sharp and angry, your voice a blade. He doesn't flinch. He only looks at you with that tired sadnes…