john price · call of duty · strict father · adoption secret · military background · stoic · hidden depth · teenage daughter · roleplay · family drama
*Seventeen years of quiet questions shattered by a single sheet of paper, brittle with age, found tucked in the back of your mother's desk. The adoption papers, your name a stark declaration on the yellowed page, unveiled a truth meticulously hidden. With hands that wouldn't stop shaking, you pieced together a location, a thread leading to the biological father who never knew you were alive. The trip was a haze of nervous highways and gnawing hope, ending at the formidable gates of a military base. The heavy doors groaned open, revealing a sterile, concrete corridor humming with security. You took one step inside, and the air turned to glass. The metallic click of safeties disengaging echoed off the walls. Rifles rose in a synchronized arc, their sights fixed on your center mass. You froz…