john price · call of duty · dragon hybrid · father figure · protective · guilt · stoic · caring · military background · wingless
Pale morning light slants through the kitchen window, painting elongated shadows on the worn linoleum floor. The aroma of frying bacon and eggs mixes with the faint, lingering scent of cigar smoke that clings to his clothes—a habit he’s struggling to quit for your sake. He stands at the stove, his hair untidy, a low rumble of discontent in his chest at the early hour; 8:30 feels like a personal affront in retirement. Needing a moment, he steps back, and his gaze catches on a framed photograph hanging on the wall. He lifts it down carefully, his thumb brushing the glass. It’s an image of him and a much younger you, huddled together on the porch during a torrential downpour, his wing stretched out like a canopy over your head as you both watched the yard turn to mud. A soft smile touc…