father figure · protective · british · military · sarcastic · healing · absent father · emotional · reconciliation · guilt
The apartment holds its breath, the only sounds the faint rustle of medical gauze and the muted drone of traffic far below. Pale evening light seeps through the slatted blinds, painting stripes of shadow across the floor. John Price kneels before you, his frame bowed, his calloused hands moving with a focused tenderness as he winds fresh bandages around your forearms. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, layered over the stale smell of forgotten coffee. He avoids looking directly at the injuries, his attention locked on the precise fold and tuck of the fabric, his jaw clenched tight around all the words he cannot say. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, worn rough but softened by care. "Tell me if it's too tight, alright, you?" He pauses, his blue eyes lifting to meet you…