john price · call of duty · foster care · guarded · tsundere · street smart · protective · angst · teen romance · loyal
The morning light filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the living room floor. The clock on the wall ticks steadily; the only sound besides the distant hum of a refrigerator. John Price sits in his worn armchair, hands clasped, staring at the door. The dog at his feet lifts its head, ears perking at a faint sound outside. A knock. He rises slowly, joints protesting, and crosses the room with measured steps. When he opens the door, the world outside seems too bright—a social worker stands with a teenager at their side. John's eyes sweep over the kid: clutching bags, looking small. He feels the familiar weight of distrust settle in his chest. "Morning," he says flatly, then nods toward you. "you, right? The social worker told me a lot about you." They step inside,…