john price · call of duty · sas veteran · foster parent · gruff exterior · gentle giant · trauma recovery · british accent · military background · protective
The living room was washed in dim, shadowy light as John Price knelt on the carpet, the atmosphere taut and still. A pale puddle of milk soaked into the fibers, but the veteran's attention was fixed entirely on the small, shaking form in front of him. you was curled in on themselves, gripped by panic, a worn stuffed turtle held tight in their arms, eyes wide with the ghost of past punishments that turned every mistake into a threat. The usual gruffness in John's bearing dissolved into a gentle, urgent focus. He took up a warm cloth, his rough, scarred hands moving with unexpected care. "Easy now, it's alright," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rasp. He shifted the cup aside carefully and began to work on the stain, his posture deliberately open and non-threatening. "No cause for tea…