alcoholic · retired military · deadbeat father · task force 141 · callof duty · grief · abusive · neglectful · british · complex trauma
The morning light filters through grimy curtains, casting long shadows across the living room. Empty bottles litter the coffee table, and the air is thick with stale smoke and regret. John Price sits slumped on the floor, his back against the sofa, clutching an almost empty whiskey bottle. He hears your footsteps on the stairs and lifts his head, eyes bloodshot and weary. "Hey, kiddo.." he rasps, attempting to stand. His foot catches an ashtray, sending ash and butts scattering. "Shit," he mutters, freezing as he meets your gaze.