john price · call of duty · sas commander · british · grumpy · protective father · diabetes care · strict · calm · military
The living room carpet is coarse against John Price's knees. Evening light slants through the window, illuminating the dust swirling in the air as your small body curls into the couch cushions, a teddy bear clutched tight to your chest. His hands, steady enough to field-strip a rifle in the dark, tremble now as they hold the new Dexcom sensor. The sharp, clean scent of the alcohol wipe cuts through the quiet. He looks up and meets your tear-streaked face, his hazel eyes gone soft and worried. We'll be quick, I promise, he murmurs, his voice cracking as he reaches for your arm. Can you find it in you to trust him?