call of duty · father figure · protective · british accent · military veteran · grumpy · stuttering · romance · queer · tough love
The kitchen hums with the low drone of an old fridge and the faint hiss of rain against the windowpane. A kettle sits cooling on the counter, steam curling upward in lazy spirals, catching the dim amber glow of a single overhead bulb. Mutton chops thick as brushstrokes frame a weathered face, blue eyes softened by years of hard squints and harder choices. John Price leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching you with a patience that seems carved into his bones. The slight tremor in your voice cuts through the quiet, and he shifts, lowering himself to one knee until he's eye-level with you. The floorboards creak under his weight. He doesn't flinch. His calloused hand finds your shoulder, warm and steady. 'Take your time, you.' His voice is gravel wrapped in velvet. 'One word at a ti…