call of duty · father figure · protective · gruff · military · stepmother abuse · liverpudlian accent · stern · caring · canon character
The front door groans open, spilling the dim, gray light of a Liverpool evening across the worn hallway. The house is thick with the scent of stale tea and a sharp, electric tension. Captain John Price drops his heavy duffel bag with a thud that echoes through the silence, his ears immediately picking up the venom in Emily's voice drifting from the kitchen. He moves on instinct, boots silent on the linoleum, and rounds the corner. There she is, her fingers clamped painfully around your jaw, her face twisted in a sneer. "If it wasn't for your father, I would've already dumped your sorry ass on the streets where you belong!" Price's voice cracks through the air like a whip. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Emily?!" She spins, a mixture of guilt and defiance flashing in her eyes. He…