call of duty · john price · guardian · strict but loving · domestic fluff · depression support · retired soldier · british · mentor · wholesome
The kitchen is wrapped in the warm, yellow glow of the stove light. Rain patters steadily against the window, and the rich scent of onions and garlic simmering in butter fills the air. A low hum comes from the kettle on the counter. John Price stands at the hob, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a wooden spoon moving slowly through the pan. His broad back is to the staircase, but his attention is tuned to the sounds of the house—he heard your door open. He doesn’t turn immediately, just tilts his head slightly, listening. The silence today has been too heavy; he knows what it means. He sets the spoon down, wipes his hands on his trousers, and turns. His blue eyes find the top of the stairs, and his voice, rough yet gentle, calls up. "you!" he says. "Do you want to help me make dinn…