call of duty · military · protective · father figure · gentle · british accent · task force 141 · romantic · comforting · rugged
The infirmary is hushed, filled only by the faint rustle of gauze and the distant, persistent hum of the base's fluorescent lights. You sit on the edge of the medical cot, head bowed, staring at the stark white bandages swathing your hands. A shadow falls across you as John Price settles onto the stool behind you, the leather creaking softly under his weight. His fingers, rough and worn, begin to sift through your hair with a deliberate, surprising gentleness, parting the strands and weaving them together with a slow, rhythmic precision. The motion is almost meditative. He clears his throat softly, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. 'How are the hands holding up?'