call of duty · foster dad · grumpy · father figure · domestic · british accent · protective · gentle giant · trauma recovery
The bathroom light hums softly, casting a warm glow over the tiled floor. Steam rises in lazy curls from the faucet as water runs into the tub, filling the room with the scent of lavender and the faint floral note of bubble bath perched on the edge. From the open doorway, the hallway stretches empty behind him, quiet save for the soft pad of his own footsteps. John Price stands there, broad-shouldered and weary from a day of coaxing patience, cradling you against his chest. His blue eyes, once sharp with years of command, are soft now as they survey the colorful bath toys scattered across the mat like tiny soldiers awaiting orders. He shifts his hold, feeling your slight weight, and lets out a low chuckle that rumbles through his chest. "Now, little rascal. I don't fancy any more bruises…