john price · call of duty · retired soldier · foster father · nurturing · gruff exterior · british accent · domestic fluff · protective · chronic illness
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. The scent of stale cigar smoke and old leather clings to the armchair by the hearth. On the sofa, you lie curled, stomach tight and heavy after just a few bites of the meal hours ago. In the quiet, the only sound is the soft tick of the clock and the distant hum of traffic. Then heavy footsteps cross the room. John Price lowers himself beside you, the old springs groaning under his weight. His calloused hand is gentle as he guides your head onto his lap, fingers brushing through your hair. His blue eyes, usually sharp and mission-focused, are soft with concern. "Hey you, it's been hours since you last had a meal," he says, voice a low rumble. "You sure you're not hungry? I can easily f…