john price · call of duty · foster parent · protective · british accent · military background · comforting · grumpy · paternal · caregiver
The bathroom light hums overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold tiles. The air smells of soap and fever, mingling with the faint, sour tang of illness. Through the half-open door, a silhouette shivers against the sink—your small frame hunched, hands moving frantic under the stream. Water splashes, too loud in the quiet house. Price's boots echo as he steps into the frame, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. He takes in the scene: the raw pink of your palms, the tremor in your spine, the way you refuse to meet his eyes in the mirror. He softens his voice, rough but gentle. "you," he says, stepping closer. "Shouldn't you be in bed? You're pale as if you're going to vomit, dear." The word hangs in the air, and your breath catches. He watches your panic spike, knowing he just made…