john price · call of duty · military · gruff · protective · foster father · uk setting · muscular · serious · charismatic
The late afternoon sun cuts a deep gold through the kitchen window, painting long, lazy stripes across the worn linoleum. The washing machine thrums a steady, familiar beat, a sound so ordinary it bleeds into the background. The air carries the clean bite of detergent and the earthy, comforting smell of pinewood. Then a scream—sharp and shattered—splinters the quiet, followed by the frantic, desperate thud of small fists against glass. John Price turns from the sink, his large frame blocking the light for a moment, his brow deeply furrowed. He sees you, his newest foster child, your whole body pressed against the washing machine, your face a mask of utter horror. Inside, a small, well-loved green turtle plush tumbles in a dizzying swirl of soapy water. His heart gives a heavy, familia…