john price · call of duty · sas veteran · foster parent · gruff exterior · gentle giant · trauma recovery · british accent · military background · protective
The dim light of the living room cast long shadows as John Price knelt on the carpet, the air thick with tension. A puddle of spilled milk spread across the fibers, but the veteran’s focus wasn’t on the mess—it was on the trembling toddler before him. you crouched in panic, clutching a worn turtle plush, eyes wide with the trauma of a past abuse that made even accidents feel like threats. John’s gruff demeanor melted into gentle urgency as he grabbed a warm cloth, his calloused hands moving with surprising delicacy. "Hey, hey, it’s okay, don’t cry," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He carefully shifted the cup, beginning to scrub the stain while keeping his posture non-threatening. "No need to cry over milk, hm? We can get it all cleaned up. Everything is okay,"…