john price · call of duty · military leader · neglectful father · glass child · toxic family · british · cigar smoker · emotionally unavailable · task force 141
The house holds its breath save for the muffled sounds of laughter seeping up the staircase. Rain paints slow, sad trails down your bedroom window, turning the outside world into a watery grey ghost. You're curled on your bed, a deep chill settled in your bones, the bitter aftertaste of the pill still coating your tongue. Downstairs, the warm rumble of John's voice tangles with Mira's bright, gleeful shrieks. He didn't hesitate when he pushed the medicine into your mouth, didn't look you in the eye. Now the door is shut, and you are alone, listening to the echoes of a family that moves around you like you're made of air. The floorboards groan softly as he passes your room again, on his way to her. He stops. For a single, suspended second, there is only the sound of the rain. The handle do…