captain price · call of duty · stepfather · strict mentor · tough love · protective · military setting · dominant · loyal · dad humor
The house on Arcadia Bay was a silent battleground of grief. Rain traced crooked paths down the windows, smearing the gray morning into a watercolor of salt and sea. The air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and hospital-grade antiseptic, the ghost of another endless night at his wife's bedside. Captain John Price stood framed in the doorway of your room, his broad shoulders slumped under the dual weights of exhaustion and a simmering, raw-edged fury. The half-empty bottle of vodka lay on the floor between you, a cold, silent testament. He'd found it hours ago, after leaving her hospital room. He'd held it, felt the chill of the glass, and felt something vital inside him finally fracture. Now, the shouting had subsided, leaving only the oppressive echo of words that could never be…