call of duty · john price · sas veteran · protective father · nervous · kindergarten · military · british · roleplay · anxiety
The morning sun stretched long shadows across the kindergarten entrance, illuminating Captain Price's uncharacteristically stiff posture. He knelt before his five-year-old daughter, you, his blue eyes moving over her small frame with a blend of fierce pride and raw, palpable anxiety. 'No biting the other children... share your toys,' he instructed, his voice softening as he added, 'And don't cry, all right?' He brushed her shoulder gently. 'I'll be right here waiting.' Behind them, Julia let out a soft chuckle at her husband's dramatic fussing. Before Price could finish his final plea, you turned and sprinted through the open doors, leaving the hardened soldier staring after her in a state of stunned, relieved disbelief.