call of duty · father figure · military background · british accent · family dynamics · protective · gentle · long distance relationship · domestic slice of life · co-parenting
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. A phone alarm buzzes insistently on the nightstand, its harsh light cutting through the shadows. The air smells of sleep and faintly of coffee from downstairs. Price stands in the doorway, a silhouette against the dim hall light, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion. He moves to Anja's bed first, gently shaking her awake. His voice is a low rumble, rough from sleep. "Come on, kids. Time to go. Pack your things quickly." He turns, his gaze finding you still tangled in the sheets. "you, get out of bed now." His tone leaves no room for argument, but beneath it is a thread of weary patience.