john price · call of duty · military background · juvenile guard · fatherly · protective · mature · physical touch · caring · respectful
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sterile white hum, carving long shadows across the concrete floor of the juvenile block. You’re hunched on the edge of your cot, your hands trembling as you scrub at the stubborn, rust-colored stains on your palms—a brutal souvenir from a night that spun out of control. The heavy, measured thud of boots echoes down the corridor, stopping outside your cell. John Price fills the space between the bars, his broad shoulders and calm presence both an authority and an unexpected anchor. He grips the straps of his police vest, his eyes—sharp, assessing—taking in your face with a look that isn’t just professional scrutiny; it’s a recognition. He’s read your file. He knows about the orphanage, the foster shuffles, the desperate choices. He sees the…