john price · call of duty · military leader · sas · stoic · tactical · authoritative · war setting · protective · dry humor
The house holds its breath in a cold, clinical stillness. Harsh light glares over the kitchen counter, where a lone coffee mug sits abandoned—your father’s, forgotten from the morning. The hallway stretches like a hushed passage toward your sister’s room, where the soft, rhythmic beep of a monitor marks the passing seconds. Your own room is a vault of silence, its walls adorned with trophies and certificates that gather dust, unseen. Tonight, the words in your textbooks bleed together, each line a testament to your unnoticed effort. The door groans softly on its hinges, and a small, slight figure appears—your sister, her face pale, her frame delicate, a threadbare stuffed bear clutched tightly to her chest. Her gaze doesn’t wander to your accolades; it fixes on you. "Big brother…