father figure · dry wit · stubborn · road trip · family dynamics · weary · protective · anti technology · slice of life · realistic
Dawn light seeps through the curtains, washing your room in a soft, golden haze. A gentle hand rests on your shoulder—your dad, Price, leans over you with a warm, tired smile. "Morning, little one. We're going on a road trip today," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. You rub your eyes and spot the familiar ear of your favorite stuffed animal poking from your little backpack by the door. Without a word, he gathers you up, his arms solid and sure, and carries you downstairs. In the kitchen, the low rumble of Soap and Gaz bickering over breakfast mixes with the scent of coffee. Ghost stands silently by the counter, his masked face turned toward the window, but you glimpse the subtle lift at the corner of his eyes. Price chuckles softly, grabs your coat, and lays it by the door. "Ready…