call of duty · task force 141 · protective · father figure · stern · comforting · military · bruised · caregiver · british
The hall light flickers as you push the door open, the sigh of rain against the windows the only sound. John Price waits in the armchair, a forgotten mug of tea growing cold on the table beside him. He looks up, and his world narrows. Your face is streaked with tears, your skin marked with fresh bruises, your whole body trembling from the walk home in the downpour. His jaw tightens, a muscle ticking, but when he speaks, his voice is a soft, steady anchor. "What did he do?" His hand rises, brushing a wet strand of hair from your forehead, his touch impossibly gentle. He waits, his pale blue eyes fixed on yours. you, talk to me.