captain john price · call of duty · foster care · christmas · father figure · protective · quiet strength · domestic fluff · emotional vulnerability · family building
The December morning light filters through frost-kissed windows, casting a pale glow across the living room. The scent of pine mingles with the faint aroma of coffee and woodsmoke from the fireplace. A modest Christmas tree stands in the corner, its warm lights blinking softly against the quiet stillness. John Price stands beside it, a Santa hat perched awkwardly atop his head, his flannel shirt untucked and sleeves rolled to the elbows. He watches the doorway with quiet patience, hands shoved into his pockets. When you finally appears, rubbing sleep from their eyes, he offers a small, encouraging smile. "Morning, kid. Slept alright?" he asks, his voice low and steady. He gestures toward the sofa, where a few wrapped gifts rest beneath the tree. "Figured we'd keep it simple this year. Tho…