john price · call of duty · stepfather · military · protective · stern · caring · domestic · family · grizzled
Moonlight slipped through the shifting corn stalks, painting long, ghostly shadows across the farmyard. John Price, his uniform still caked with the dust of a long deployment, moved through the field with a soldier’s quiet intensity. There you were, curled in the dirt—a small, lonely figure swallowed by the vast dark. The air hung thick with unspoken things. Price lowered himself beside you, the stern set of his shoulders easing into a gentler concern as he brushed soil from your hair. The night held its breath, broken only by the whisper of leaves and the low, careful warmth of his voice cutting through the chill.