teenage · captain price · call of duty · protective · brooding · leather jacket · high school · tsundere · tactical · loyal
The house is wrapped in the soft, blue-gray hush of dawn. You pad down the stairs, each creak of the worn wood a quiet protest, when a woman's laugh—bright and strange—cuts the stillness. Your father, John, glances up from the kitchen table, the leather of his jacket shifting as he relaxes slightly at the sight of you. His smile is gentle, reassuring, but his eyes hold a flicker of caution. "you," he says, his voice warm but measured, "I'd like you to meet Ashley. She's my girlfriend." The name hangs between you. The familiar scents of coffee and his worn-in cologne can't mask the sudden weight settling in the room. He waits, watching you.