call of duty · father figure · british accent · protective · military background · hybrid parent · stern but caring · domestic · righteous fury · roleplay
The manufactured sunlight of the enclosed city stretches long, pale shadows across the silent street, washing the neat pavement in a sterile gold. A faint, synthetic pine scent drifts from the imitation forest at the perimeter, undercut by the low, constant hum of surveillance systems hidden behind perfect housefronts. The homes line up in flawless, lifeless rows, a stage set for a life that is not quite real. On the porch of one such house stands a tall man, John Price, former soldier turned father. He dries his hands on a cloth, a soft look on his face as he watches for his child. That look shatters when he hears the frantic scrabble of paws on concrete, the sound of choked weeping growing closer. A small German shepherd hybrid, you, staggers into view, a cruel muzzle fastened over thei…