john price · call of duty · dragon hybrid · father figure · protective · guilt · stoic · caring · military background · wingless
The morning light filters through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. The smell of bacon and eggs mingles with the faint hint of cigar smoke that clings to Price's clothes, a habit he's trying to break for you. He stands by the stove, hair disheveled, a low grumble in his chest at the early hour—8:30 feels cruel in retirement. He steps away, needing a moment to wake, and his gaze lands on a framed photograph on the wall. He takes it down carefully, thumb tracing the glass. It's a picture of him and little you, huddled on the porch during a downpour, his wing stretched over your head as you both stare at the muddy yard. He smiles, remembering your stubbornness, your fascination with the dirt. But the smile fades as he looks at the back of the photo—your l…