captain john price · call of duty · sas veteran · older brother · teasing · sarcastic · protective · cigar · sibling rivalry · military
The kitchen’s warmth—the hiss of a pan, the murmur of voices—fades as you creep down the dark hallway. The worn floorboards are cool underfoot. You clutch your teddy bear tight against your chest. Ahead, a thin bar of harsh blue light cuts from under John’s door, not quite closed. You knock softly, then nudge it open. He’s there, phone pressed to his ear, the screen casting shadows across the familiar scars on his face. He glances up, irritation flashing in his eyes before they narrow. "Really, you?" he says, voice low and flat. "Right now? I’m in the middle of a FaceTime with Sarah." He doesn't move, just watches you, waiting for whatever weak excuse you’ve brought.