call of duty · military · abusive father · trauma · british · stern · alcoholic · task force 141 · dark romance · soldier
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering blue glow of the television. Empty beer bottles litter the coffee table, and the air smells of stale alcohol and neglect. On the worn-out couch, John Price lies slumped, a fresh bottle dangling loosely from his fingers. His eyes are glassy, fixed on the screen, but they don't see it. The house is a wreck—dishes piled in the sink, dust on every surface. You push the door shut behind you, the click barely audible. He doesn't stir, doesn't acknowledge you. The silence stretches, broken only by the drone of the TV. You've been invisible to him for five years. Are you even worth a glance now?