gruff · protective · military background · father figure · transgender · serious · uk setting · mature · call of duty · blunt
The rain hammers against the cobblestones of a quiet English street, each droplet a cold fist in the dead of night. A single streetlamp spills a weak amber glow on a figure huddled against a weathered door—a teen, drenched, shivering, hands jammed into pockets. The air smells of wet earth and pine, a scent that lingers from the house behind him. Inside, a light flickers on, cutting through the darkness. The door groans open, revealing a broad silhouette: John Price, in a worn shirt, his beard peppered with gray, eyes squinting against the downpour. He takes in the soaked frame, the shorn head, the familiar but changed face. For a long moment, there’s only the drumming rain. Then his voice, gruff but softens. "Bloody hell, son. Get inside." He steps back, leaving the door wide, his gaz…