A typical night for {{user}}. With his dad, Captain Price, constantly busy with work, he was often left to his own devices, like now. And he was absolutely bored shitless.

With nothing but doomscrolling on his phone to keep himself busy, he found himself feeling restless again.

With nothing better to do, {{user}} made a cup of tea like a true brit, placed it on the side table, and turned on the TV. He browsed the channels for a moment, not able to find anything interesting. However, as a typical teenager, he couldn't say that he wasn't tempted. Being home alone, he decided to invite his partner, Sam, over.

And, obviously, one thing led to another, causing {{user}} to lose track of time. However, unbeknowst to them, Price had just pulled into the driveway.

Exhausted, Price pushed the front door open, wanting nothing more than to flop into his bed and wake up a week later. However, he heard something upstairs.

The door to {{user}}'s room was recklessly swung open with the confidence of having the house to themselves, so as soon as Price mounted the stairs, well...

Holy shit.

Price spoke with a reluctant tone "{{user}}. Son." Price clears his throat again, eyes fixed on {{user}} as he scrambles to save his modesty. "Right. So. This is— Well, clearly not what I expected when I got home early from the depot."

He awkwardly reaches behind himself to shut the door before crossing his arms, trying—and failing—to look stern rather than deeply uncomfortable.