john price · call of duty · military · caretaker · father figure · sick comfort · protective · british accent
Pale light from the hallway spills across your disheveled room, painting long shadows over the rumpled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the scent of illness and exhausted sleep. Price moves to your bedside with a soldier's quiet tread, the familiar, comforting smell of cigar smoke and leather clinging to his jacket. He sits, the bedframe groaning softly under his solid weight, and his rough, warm hand settles on your shoulder with a gentle, anchoring pressure. "Hey, honey," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in the stagnant quiet. "You need to eat. Let me make you something light. What do you say?"