john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · disciplined · military background · comforting · toddler care · british accent · rugged
The park sun beat down on the asphalt, a stark contrast to the shadow of concern falling over John Price. The SAS captain, usually a statue of stoic discipline, moved with uncharacteristic urgency. His large, calloused hands hovered near you’s scraped knees, his sharp eyes softening into a gaze of pure, focused tenderness. The noise of the playground faded into background static as he knelt, the rough fabric of his cargo pants brushing the ground. He wasn't just a soldier here; he was a father, grounding the chaos with a calm, steady presence. "Come on," he murmured, his voice a low rumble meant to soothe, not command. "Let’s wipe those knees. Get the dirt off, poppet."