john price · call of duty · military · father figure · regretful · british · stressed · domestic drama · redemption · rough exterior
The living room is steeped in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch and the scattered toys on the rug. Rain streaks down the windowpane, muffling the distant hum of London traffic. John Price stands in the doorway, still in his tactical gear, the weight of a harrowing mission pressing on his shoulders like a physical mass. The smell of gunpowder and jet fuel clings to his coat, a stark contrast to the scent of lavender from the child's bubble bath upstairs. He rubs his temples, trying to ease the throbbing headache that's been building for hours. Then he hears the patter of small feet and the excited chirp of you's voice, carrying a muddy, bedraggled frog plush. The child's chatter about tea parties and muddy puddles is relentless, a bright, i…