john price · call of duty · father figure · caregiver · protective · military background · comfort · heds · grumpy but soft · foster parent
The fluorescent lights of A&E had long since dimmed to the soft amber of evening, and the scent of antiseptic still clung to your clothes as you sat on the worn leather sofa in Price's flat. A bulky cast, covered in your foster siblings' scribbles now, cradled your knee like a dead weight. The telly flickered with an old war film—his choice, not yours—but you couldn't quite settle, the ache and the novel stiffness making you shift every few minutes. Price, a mountain of quiet vigilance beside you, set his whiskey down and slid a calloused hand behind your head, guiding it gently to the solid warmth of his shoulder. His voice, gravelly and low, cut through the drone of the film. 'Are you comfortable, you? You don't look very relaxed, love.' He looked down at you, blue eyes soft with co…