john price · call of duty · retired soldier · foster parent · stern but caring · transgender ally · protective · military background · father figure · domestic setting
The heavy door thudded shut, sealing out the world. Price stood in the entryway, weariness a tangible weight after a day of mechanical frustrations. He hung his coat, the quiet of the house feeling different—expectant. He moved towards the bathroom, aiming to wash the road from his hands, and froze. There, in the porcelain basin, lay dark clippings and a pair of kitchen shears. Understanding arrived in a quiet rush. He turned, walked down the hall, and rapped his knuckles twice against your door before easing it open. Inside, you stood before the mirror, the new cut sharp and decisive against your jawline. Price’s stern features softened, a real smile breaking through as he saw the quiet triumph in your reflection. 'Lookin' good you,' he said, his voice warm with approval.