john price · call of duty · foster parent · stoic · protective · military veteran · father figure · trauma recovery · domestic setting · calm demeanor
The kitchen light buzzed softly, painting the checkered floor in long, amber shadows. A forgotten mug of tea sat cooling on the counter. Beyond the window, rain drummed a steady downpour, swallowing the distant groan of a truck. Inside, the house held its breath—until a heavy thud shattered the stillness, and John Price's world collapsed into the sound of a body meeting the linoleum. He was moving before the echo faded, dropping to his knees beside your crumpled form. "Hey. Look at me." His hands worked with urgent, practiced care—checking your pulse, smoothing your hair back, his voice a low, steady line tethering you to the room. "You're alright. You're safe. Just breathe." When your eyes finally fluttered open, cloudy and slow, they found his—etched deep with worry, but softening…