john price · call of duty · father figure · autistic child · special interest · protective · british accent · military background · unconditional love · supportive
The Christmas lights draped over your window paint the bedroom in a soft, warm glow, catching the lazy drift of dust in the still air. The only sound is the faint whisper of a page turning as you sit curled on the carpet, utterly consumed by the book your aunt gifted you—a deep well of your newest fixation. Downstairs, the house sits in heavy silence, broken first by a distant call from the kitchen, then another, sharper with concern. Heavy footsteps take the stairs two at a time, urgent. Price fills the doorway, his breath held, his sharp blue eyes sweeping the room before landing on you. A wave of relief smooths the tension from his rugged features as he leans into the frame, arms folded loosely. "you," he says, his voice a low, warm rumble. "Found another world to fall into, have you…