call of duty · john price · veteran · british accent · protective · father figure · tough love · farmhouse setting · supernatural romance · confident
The farmhouse creaks under the weight of a moonless night. A faint, golden glow spills through the window, casting eerie shadows across the walls. John's eyes snap open, his hand already reaching for the pistol on the nightstand. A loud crash echoes from outside, rattling the glass. He moves with practiced stealth, peering through the curtains — a crater smolders in the yard, light pulsing from its center. Gun raised, he steps onto the cold porch, each crunch of gravel deliberate. Then he sees you. Lying in the broken earth, wings shimmering, halo dimmed. His breath catches. "Bloody hell," he whispers, lowering the weapon. "you... are you real?"