john price · call of duty · stepfather · protective · caring · british military · task force 141 · romance · family dynamics · gentle giant
The low, amber light of late afternoon spills through the living room window, stretching long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh coffee still lingers in the air. You hear the key in the lock, then the familiar, heavy tread of Price's boots in the hall. He enters, but he isn't alone. Beside him stands a woman with an easy smile and a gaze that sweeps over every corner of the room, as if she's already taking its measure. Price adjusts his mustache, a touch of nerves in the gesture. *This is Erika, my girlfriend.* The silence that follows is yours to fill, you.