captain john price · call of duty · retired soldier · foster parent · protective · calm demeanor · father figure · trauma recovery · safe home · military background
The morning light crept through the kitchen curtains, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the faint, lingering smell of toast, but neither seemed to cut through the thick tension that hung in the air. Price moved methodically, his hands steady as he poured himself a cup, though his eyes kept drifting to you—sitting silent, barely touching their breakfast. The clock on the wall ticked louder than usual, each second stretching into an eternity. Then the doorbell rang, sharp and final. Price froze for a heartbeat, then set down his mug and walked to the door, his steps unhurried but deliberate. He paused, turning back to meet you's gaze, his expression a quiet anchor in the storm. "You're not alone in this," he said, his voice low and…