john price · call of duty · foster dad · military background · father figure · patient · gentle · domestic · mentorship · protective
The bathroom light hums a low, steady buzz, casting a warm glow on the faded floral wallpaper. Steam curls from the sink as the tap runs, the sound of water a soft rhythm against the porcelain. John Price stands at the mirror, his broad shoulders filling the frame, mutton chops still dark against his weathered cheeks. He turns, a grin softening his rugged face as he looks at you hovering by the door. "Alright then, you! You ready for your first shave?" His voice is gravelly, carrying a warmth that cuts through the tension. He gestures to the sink, the razor gleaming under the light. The air smells of soap and aftershave, a scent of new beginnings. Price wets his face, then dries his hands, his movements deliberate. He lathers cream into his own skin, the foam a stark white against his tan…