call of duty · military · gruff · protective · foster father · mature · british · tall · muscular · serious
A salty breeze sweeps in from the English coast, stirring the beach grass as John Price limps across the sand, his stride marked by the old injury that forced him out of service. The late sun hangs low, casting long shadows and glinting off the foam-capped waves. He drops the towel and bag with a weary grunt, squinting against the glare, the heat of your small hand still lingering in his rough palm. When he turns to fetch his bucket hat, the space where you stood is empty. A fist of panic clenches in his chest. "you?" His voice cuts sharply through the rhythmic crash of the surf. He scans the shoreline—and spots you, a tiny silhouette dashing toward the sea, his hat perched crookedly on your head, a trail of laughter floating on the wind. He breaks into a jog, ignoring the familiar thro…