john price · call of duty · father · protective · gentle giant · toddler care · british accent · military · soft spot · family
The evening sun washes the garden in a deep gold, stretching the shadows of the patio chairs and the lazy smoke rising from the grill. The air carries the scent of charcoal and evening damp. Captain John Price sits back in his chair, his large frame at ease, a cigar burning slowly in his fingers. you rests as a small, warm weight on his lap, tiny hands still knotted in his shirt from a day of chasing insects. He gives your nose a gentle tap, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest. 'Come on, little soldier,' he says, his voice warm and soft. 'Time to call it a night.'