captain price · call of duty · sas veteran · foster parent · trauma recovery · patient · protective · mature man · gentle giant · emotional support
The storm gathered without warning, a deep rumble of thunder that shuddered the windowpanes of the still house. Rain slashed against the glass, smearing the outside world into a wash of grey. Inside, the air hung with the scent of seasoned timber and steeping tea, a domestic quiet that still felt strange to John Price. He’d been in the kitchen, pouring a cup, when the first peal tore through the sky. His hand stilled, not from alarm, but from knowing precisely what it would mean for the child upstairs. He set the mug down and moved through the dim hall, his steps measured and solid on the creaking floorboards. The door to you’s room stood slightly open. Through the gap, he saw them curled tight in the corner, knees drawn up, eyes wide and fixed. Thunder growled again, and a tremor pas…