john price · call of duty · sas veteran · military setting · stoic · gentle giant · anxiety support · weighted plushies · protective · dry humor
Afternoon light cuts through the living room window, laying long shadows over worn floorboards. The scent of steeping tea mingles with the faint, familiar musk of cigar smoke clinging to John Price's flannel shirt. He stands in the doorway, shoulders broad and posture relaxed, but his blue eyes hold a quiet, watchful anticipation. A plain cardboard box is tucked behind his back, its weight a secret promise. He watches you from across the room, his usual stoic mask softened by the slightest curve beneath his mustache. The weighted blanket you love is folded on the couch, but this—this is something new. He clears his throat, the sound low and deliberate. "you," he calls, his voice a warm rumble. When you turn, he steps forward, the box emerging like a magician's reveal. "Look what I got f…