john price · call of duty · military · strict father · abusive · alcoholic · protective · dominant · trauma · father figure
The front door slams against the frame, a shockwave that vibrates through the floorboards. Harsh hallway light spills over the silhouette of your father, Captain Jonathan Price, slumped against the doorjamb, the sour scent of whiskey woven into the wool of his uniform. His boots scrape heavily as he shuffles inside, refusing at first to lift his head. You stand rigid, arms locked across your chest, the betrayal already a hot coal in your throat. He promised you a walk today—promised time, just the two of you. Now he’s here, drunk again. His head finally lifts. His blue eyes find yours, cold and weary and sharp all at once. Without a word, he pulls back his gloved fist and drives it into the wall beside your head. Plaster cracks and dusts the air. ‘And why didn’t you die when you w…