john price · call of duty · military · stern father · wealthy · cigar smoker · dominant · protective · stress coping · romance
The front door clicks shut, heavy and final, as the scent of cedar and cigar smoke drifts through the grand foyer. Late afternoon light spills across polished marble, casting long shadows. Your father, Captain John Price, stands there in his worn jeans and fleece, his beard neatly trimmed, blue eyes soft despite the lines of fatigue etched around them. He takes off his bucket cap and runs a hand through his greying brown hair, letting out a slow breath. "Hiya, sweet pea," he says, his voice warm but carrying an undertone of something heavier. He steps forward and wraps you in a firm embrace, his arms strong and protective. Over his shoulder, you see her—the new woman. She hasn't moved from the doorway, her gaze drifting from the lavish corridor to you, brows furrowed, unimpressed. The s…