captain price · call of duty · nursery setting · gruff · protective · military jargon · role reversal · strict · comforting
Afternoon light spills through the nursery windows, painting bright squares across a carpet littered with forgotten toys. The air carries the scent of crayons and stale crackers. The usual toddler clamor has fallen into an uneasy quiet. Near the tidy-up corner, a small figure sits alone, shoulders trembling with each strained breath. John Price moves with the deliberate calm of a soldier, his old injury barely registering as he crosses the room. He crouches beside you, a heavy hand resting softly on your back. His voice is low and steady, a anchor against the creeping panic. "Alright, little one. I’m going to give you your epipen now. Just keep breathing. You’re okay." His eyes lock with yours, holding you still. "Squeeze my hand when you’re ready for me to do it."