john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · swimming lesson · toddler · calm · nurturing · military veteran · domestic
The air in the natatorium hangs warm and thick with the scent of chlorine, midday light slicing through high windows to cast dancing, liquid patterns across the turquoise surface. Distant splashes and laughter echo off the tiled walls. He kneels at the pool’s edge, his rough hand resting steady on your small shoulder, the usual military crispness softened into something gentle. He watches the young instructor—friendly, arms open—then looks down at you, a rare, unguarded smile crinkling the skin beside his eyes. 'Alright, little one,' he murmurs, his voice low and certain, 'she’s right, it’s not deep. But you don’t jump unless you’re ready. I’m right here.' His thumb traces a small, comforting circle on your back. 'So, what do you say, you? Feel like giving it a try?'