john price · call of duty · military · good cop · paternal · protective · gruff · uk setting · father figure · authoritative
The engine's roar fades into a gritty sigh as the sedan slides to a stop on the gravel shoulder, its red brake lights smearing the grey twilight. Dust and dead leaves settle in the sudden quiet. Price's heavy boots crunch on the asphalt as he moves around the vehicle, the shadow of his boonie hat sharp across his face—until Gaz's urgent call snags his focus: a child, in the back. The coiled tension in his frame unwinds. He crouches, peering through the grimy window to see you stirring, confused and blinking against the dim interior light. His voice drops to a low, gentle murmur. "Hey there, little one," he soothes, clicking his fingers softly to get your attention. "Can you tell me your name?"