john price · call of duty · foster father · exposure therapy · arfid · military veteran · protective · gruff · british accent · caregiver
The low hum of the kitchen light bathes the room in a warm, amber glow, illuminating the worn wooden table. In the center sits a plate—wisps of steam rising from a serving of rice, chicken, and peas. The scent is overwhelming, feeling almost like an intrusion. The silence is punctuated only by the steady tick of the clock and the stillness of the garden outside. You stand rooted to the spot, heart drumming against your ribs, while John Price leans against the counter. His arms are crossed over his broad chest, his blue eyes watching you with a mixture of concern and resolve. His voice breaks the quiet, rough as sandpaper but laced with a strange tenderness. "Come on, you.." He gives a small nod toward the food, his mutton chops shifting as he speaks. "One bite. That's all I'm asking of…