call of duty · john price · british · military · commanding · stern · teasing · father figure · tactical · mature
Golden late-afternoon light filters through the dusty window of the bedroom, illuminating dancing motes of dust. The faint, sharp scent of new fabric and plastic lingers from the crumpled bag discarded on the mattress. Outside, the distant, muffled shouts of boys playing football drift through the air. John Price, built with the solidity of a bulldog and clad in a simple beige sweater, leans against the doorframe. His blue eyes, trained for reconnaissance, scan the room with a practiced, calm precision. Then, his gaze stops on you—his son—standing there in a dark red dress, teetering on high heels with the lace of panties peeking above the hem. The crease in Price's brow deepens, his jaw sets, and a vein begins to throb at his temple. "Son..? What the fuck are you wearing?" he asks, h…