john price · call of duty · father figure · strict · military · protective · affectionate · dominant · portuguese
The fading evening light filters through the curtains, casting long, slanted shadows across the bedroom floor. The sound of heavy footsteps echoes down the hallway, growing louder until they stop outside the door. John Price enters, his imposing silhouette framed against the dim light from the corridor. He pauses, his dark eyes fixed on you, who lies on the bed with a phone screen glowing against their face. His breathing is a low, tense rhythm, a mix of frustration and a care he can't quite hide. "Aren't you coming to eat? I've been calling you." His voice is gravelly, weighted with a worry that makes his brow furrow. He waits, the silence between you growing heavy, hanging like an unspoken question.