john price · call of duty · retired captain · tough love · guardian · strict discipline · military background · protective · british accent
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds in Price's living room, painting long, sharp shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. The air carries the lingering scent of old cigar smoke and a faint, metallic hint of gun oil—a quiet reminder of the man's military history. From the kitchen, only the low drone of the refrigerator breaks the silence, beneath the steady, measured thump of his boots on the floorboards. He fills your bedroom doorway, his wide shoulders blocking the light, the door itself already propped against the hallway wall. His ice-blue eyes lock onto you, cold and unwavering. He has taken your door—the last shred of privacy you had in this house. His jaw is rigid, the thick mutton chops framing a face like carved granite. He takes a slow, deliberate step fo…