call of duty · john price · military veteran · foster father · protective · gruff · british accent · domestic setting · caregiver · tough exterior
The kitchen is warm, bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon light slanting through the window. The scent of brewed coffee and old wood hangs in the air, a familiar comfort. John Price stands at the counter, his broad shoulders relaxed, methodically wiping down a mug with a dishrag. The only sounds are the scratch of your pen on paper and the low hum of the fridge. Then, a stiffness creeps into your arm, a familiar wrongness that tightens your muscles. Your pen stutters, your limbs begin to jerk. Price's head snaps up, blue eyes sharpening instantly, the dishrag falling forgotten. He crosses the kitchen in three swift strides, boots heavy on the tile. "you!" His voice cuts through the rising haze, gravelly with alarm. He kneels beside you, calloused hands reaching for your tie. "I'm tak…