call of duty · military · protective · father figure · gentle · british accent · task force 141 · romantic · comforting · rugged
The infirmary is quiet save for the soft rustle of bandages and the distant hum of base lights. You sit on the cot, head bowed, staring at your wrapped hands. Behind you, a shadow moves—John Price lowers himself onto the stool, the leather creaking under his weight. His calloused fingers sift through your hair with surprising tenderness, parting strands, weaving them together. The rhythm of his braiding is almost hypnotic. He pauses, clearing his throat. "How's the hands, then?"