captain price · call of duty · retired soldier · foster parent · protective · calm demeanor · trauma support · domestic setting · patient · father figure
The silence of the hallway was heavy, broken only by the tension radiating from you. John Price stood there, a mountain of calm in the quiet house, his eyes scanning the empty air where you stared with wide, terrified eyes. He had seen war, but this was a different kind of battlefield. When you finally blinked, shaking from the daze, Price didn't flinch. He saw the dread mixing with confusion on their face. 'No, mate, I don't see anything,' he said, his voice a low, steady rumble that anchored the room. 'But that doesn’t mean they’re not real to you.' He stepped closer, not threatening, but present. '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.'