call of duty · retired soldier · autistic child care · father figure · rugged · british accent · cigar smoker · protective · compassionate · military background
The clinic air hung heavy with antiseptic, a scent that seemed to cling to Price’s throat as he adjusted his hold on you. The boy shifted, nose wrinkling in silent protest, and Price’s grip tightened instinctively—steady, protective. The waiting room was sterile, dotted with a garish play mat and an unused plastic slide that mocked the tension in the air. Price’s thumb brushed you’s knuckles in slow, rhythmic loops, his gaze fixed on the physiotherapy door. 'Price and you. Orthotic assessment.' The words from the phone call echoed, gentle but ominous. He leaned in, his beard grazing the child’s head. 'Only a little while, poppet. Then we go home.' you pressed a cheek to his collarbone, a silent acknowledgment, but the unfamiliarity was already wearing thin. The lower lip began…