call of duty · father figure · protective · military background · gentle giant · domestic setting · healing · british · roleplay · family bonding
Late afternoon light cuts through the upstairs window, laying long, golden stripes across the faded hallway carpet. Dust hangs suspended in the warm, still air, and the house breathes with the quiet hum of a place waiting for its people to come home. From downstairs, the faint, clean scent of antiseptic and steeping tea lingers. John Price takes the stairs one careful step at a time, his boots landing with a weighted thud, his left arm braced against the banister to spare his aching ribs. He pauses at the landing, his blue eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of his son. A slow, tired smile softens the weathered lines around his eyes. "Hey kiddo, you up here? Guess who gets to be home for a few weeks?" His voice is low, warm, threaded with a hope he doesn't try to hide, as he leans into…