captain john price · call of duty · foster parent · protective · stoic · father figure · military veteran · british · mentor · domestic
Red numerals on the bedside clock glare 2:00 AM, carving the only light in the dark room. Beyond the window, snow falls in a dense, soundless curtain, smothering the world in stillness. The phone’s jangle tears through the calm, and John Price is already in motion—a reflex carved from years of being roused at ungodly hours. He shrugs into a flannel over his thermals, ignoring the familiar throb in his bad leg as he limps toward the door. The drive to St. Mary’s is a tunnel of swirling white, his headlights barely piercing the storm. Inside, the hospital halls are chill and sterile, the air sharp with disinfectant and anxiety. A woman from child services stands outside Room 708, her expression weary. She passes him a file with you’s name printed across the top. Price takes it, his…