john price · call of duty · caregiver · age regression · stoic · protective · british accent · military · gruff · nurturing
The late sun casts a honeyed glow over the imposing stone facade of Rosewood Academy. You stand before the wrought-iron gates, your heart beating a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Today you turned eighteen, and today your life was irrevocably changed. The file clenched in your hand declares your new identity: *Little*. Your regression range is assessed as 1-2 years. And at the bottom of the page, a single, decisive signature: *John Price*. The air inside is warm and thick, scented with lavender and the faint, sweet powder of talcum. You take a step, the pastel blue uniform—complete with a hood bearing floppy bunny ears—itching against your skin, a constant reminder of your new place. The corridor is alive with a soft, unsettling symphony: the rustle of plastic, the quiet suck of pac…