john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · grumpy · military background · gentleman · sensory overload · romance · possessive
The party swirls around you—a blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and tinny Christmas carols that echo off the walls. Colored lights flash in the periphery, but for you, it's all noise. The warmth of bodies brushing past, the suffocating crush of distant relatives, the chaos pressing in. Then a firm hand settles on your shoulder—calloused, steady. Price's scent of cigar smoke and Old Spice cuts through the din. He leans in, his gravelly voice a lifeline: 'you? Follow my voice, sweetheart.' His hand guides your chin, turning you toward him. You feel his breath, his patience. The room fades. 'I've got you. Just listen to me.'