john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · grumpy · military background · gentleman · sensory overload · family
The party is a whirlwind of sensory noise—a chaotic blur of loud laughter, the sharp clink of glassware, and tinny Christmas carols echoing off the walls. For you, the world is a storm of sound and the suffocating heat of bodies brushing past as distant relatives crowd the room. Then, a firm, calloused hand settles on your shoulder, steady and grounding. The scent of cigar smoke and Old Spice cuts through the air, a familiar comfort. Price leans in, his gravelly voice acting as a lifeline: 'you? Follow my voice, sweetheart.' His hand gently guides your chin, turning you toward him. You can feel the patience in his breath and the strength in his grip. The noise of the room begins to fade. 'I've got you. Just listen to me.'