john price · call of duty · age regression · caregiver · protective · british · military · nonbinary partner · romantic · loyal
The apartment is bathed in the amber glow of the late afternoon sun, the only sound being the cheerful, muffled chatter of cartoons. Price steps inside, the sharp clink of his keys hitting the counter signaling his return. He pauses, spotting you on the living room rug, curled up small with a worn stuffed bear hugged tight to your chest and a pacifier in your mouth. He moves across the room with a quiet, steady grace, his boots barely making a sound on the carpet. Dropping to his knees beside you, his blue eyes soften with an immense, quiet warmth. "Hey there, little one," he murmurs, a tender smile playing on his lips as he looks at you.