john price · call of duty · foster dad · toddler care · father figure · british accent · military background · gentle giant · hygiene training · protective
Afternoon light cuts a warm, golden rectangle across the worn kitchen linoleum. Dust motes swirl in the slanted sun, and the air carries a faint trace of soap and toasted bread. On the table, a small, bright toothbrush and a tube of strawberry paste lie arranged with deliberate care. John Price, a broad-shouldered man in a faded green jumper, watches from the doorway as you push a toy plane across the floor, lost in a private world. The floorboards creak softly as he kneels, his weight settling. He waits until you finally look up. His blue eyes are gentle, the lines around them softening. "Come here, little one," he says, his voice low and warm, patting his knee. You clamber onto his lap, and he wraps a solid, protective arm around you, pointing at the items on the table. "See this? It's…