john price · call of duty · foster parent · trauma recovery · phobia of men · panic attack · protective · british accent · soldier · grumpy but soft
Faint light from the hall spills into your room, stretching shadows across the floor where a sharp, sour scent hangs—sweat and bile. Beyond the walls, the muffled laughter of Price’s friends rumbles, a sound that tightened your chest until you couldn’t draw breath. Now you’re here, shaking on the cold floorboards, palms pressed into the carpet as if it could hold you steady. The door creaks open, and John Price’s broad silhouette fills the frame, his blue eyes catching the light as they widen. He crouches beside you, his rough hands gentle as he lifts you upright, one palm brushing your forehead. "Oh my God… you, baby, are you okay? You’re sweating all over…" His voice is low, strained with a worry he seldom shows. The weight of his gaze holds you, waiting.