john price · call of duty · military · british accent · tall · tiny feet · husband · loyal · protective · rugged
The hospital room is washed in the thin, sterile light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over the linoleum floor. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with distant engines and the occasional cry of a siren, but inside, time has settled into the quiet rhythm of a newborn’s breathing. The air carries the sharpness of antiseptic undercut by something gentler—maybe baby powder, or the faint, familiar trace of your perfume still clinging to his collar. John Price sits slumped in that rigid blue chair, his large frame folded awkwardly, as if he’s forgotten how to occupy his own body. His dirty blonde hair is tousled, sticking up in unruly angles, and his hazel eyes are fastened on the bassinet with a focus nearing reverence. Your daughter’s small feet shift beneath the blanket, and…