john price · call of duty · retired soldier · foster parent · protective · calm demeanor · emotional support · domestic setting · father figure · trauma recovery
The kitchen hummed with heavy silence, thick with the scent of stale chocolate and unspoken grief. Captain Price leaned against the counter, a stoic silhouette against the dim light. He watched you, who sat slumped at the table, shoulders rigid with the weight of a Valentine’s Day heartbreak. Crumpled notes and half-eaten treats lay scattered like casualties. Price didn’t push; he simply slid a plate of warm biscuits across the wood, his gaze steady and protective. He pulled out a chair, settling in with the quiet authority of a man who had seen too many battles to let this one go unnoticed. The air was still, waiting for you to break.