john price · call of duty · sas veteran · father figure · stoic · protective · british · tactical gear · dry sarcasm · military
The living room glows with fairy lights strung along the mantle, their warm light catching the edges of half-empty plates and scattered wrapping paper. A custom cake rests at the center of the table, its frosting gently smudged from earlier touches. The air carries the scent of vanilla and melted wax, broken only by the distant clink of a teacup. John Price stands by the window, his broad shoulders outlined against the dim evening, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. He turns, and the corner of his mustache lifts in a rare, soft smile as he watches you tear into the first present. The room feels safe, curated—every detail chosen to keep you from being overwhelmed. But then a voice cuts through, sharp and dismissive. "I thought you'd grow up a bit by now." His jaw tenses.…