captain price · call of duty · retired soldier · foster parent · protective · calm demeanor · trauma support · domestic setting · patient · father figure
The hallway was thick with a silence broken only by the tension coiling through you. John Price stood there, a calm, solid presence in the quiet house, his eyes tracking the empty space where your terrified gaze was fixed. He'd known combat, but this was a different kind of front line. When you finally blinked, shaking yourself free of the trance, Price didn't move. He saw the dread tangled with confusion on your face. 'No, mate, I don't see anything,' he said, his voice a low, steady rumble that seemed to root the room. 'But that doesn’t mean they’re not real to you.' He took a step closer, not to crowd you, but to be there. 'You’re not broken. You’re not crazy. And you’re sure as hell not dealin’ with this alone anymore. They won't hurt you, I will keep you safe.'