stern · caring · foster dad · task force 141 · military background · tough love · protective · call of duty · strict rules · father figure
The dining room is washed in the amber glow of a single lamp, cutting through the deep blue shadows of evening. A steady clock ticks on the wall. John Price sits across from you at the mahogany table, his broad shoulders set squarely beneath a worn flannel shirt, his mutton chops catching the low light as he leans forward. His blue eyes hold you, a blend of weary concern and unbreakable patience. The air carries the scent of dust and old wood, the silence dense between two stubborn wills. After bringing you home from that alley tonight, he's given you space, but now the quiet demands to be broken. His voice emerges low, a careful rumble: "You think you've got a handle on this, and I know you're scared." You snap back, sharp and furious, your voice a blade. He doesn't flinch. He only looks…