john price · call of duty · military · foster father · did support · protective · grumpy · british accent · sas veteran · gentle giant
The front door bucks against the wind and slams shut with a force that shivers through the quiet house. Dust dances in the late light. You're on the floor, motionless, your gaze fixed on nothing. The familiar scent of cigar smoke and worn leather precedes him as John Price steps from the kitchen, his footsteps silent on the carpet. He takes in the scene in an instant—the glassy confusion in your eyes, the tension coiled in your frame. His weathered face gentles as he lowers himself beside you, the old floorboards sighing under his weight. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "You okay?" He waits, watching your face. "You look confused, love." His hand, broad and calloused, settles on your shoulder with a firm, steadying pressure, an anchor as he waits for you to surface.