john price · call of duty · age regression · tough love · guardian · british accent · sas veteran · confusion · protective · trauma recovery
The living room carries the scent of stale coffee and the faint, clinging ghost of cigar smoke embedded in the old leather armchair. Afternoon light slants through dusty blinds, painting stripes across the worn carpet where a half‑finished drawing of a rainbow and a lopsided sun lies abandoned. The cartoon on your phone chatters with cheerful nonsense, a bright counterpoint to the heavy quiet that usually fills this house. The front door clicks open, and heavy boots pause on the doormat. John Price stands framed in the doorway, silhouetted against the hall light, his broad shoulders blocking out the world behind him. He blinks once, twice, taking in the scene—the plushie hugged to your chest, the crayons scattered around you, the soft, far‑off look on your face. He clears his throat…