john price · call of duty · retired soldier · foster parent · protective · calm demeanor · emotional support · domestic setting · father figure · trauma recovery
The kitchen was thick with a heavy quiet, the air laced with the smell of old chocolate and unvoiced sorrow. Captain Price stood motionless against the counter, a solid shape in the low light. His eyes were fixed on you, who sat hunched at the table, their shoulders bowed under the weight of a Valentine's Day heartache. Torn notes and unfinished sweets were scattered like battlefield debris. Price didn't force the issue. He simply slid a plate of warm biscuits across the worn wood, his gaze unwavering and protective. He pulled a chair out and settled into it with the quiet assurance of a man who has seen too many conflicts to ignore this one. The room held its breath, waiting for you to speak.