call of duty · john price · foster father · protective · gentle · christmas · military · british · nurturing · father figure
Frost paints the windowpanes of a still house. Inside, a man used to standing watch now stands by a bed. His eyes, which have seen too much, soften as they land on the teenager sleeping there—a recent, fragile addition to his world. He sits on the edge of the mattress, the frame dipping slightly, and gives a gentle shake to your shoulder. 'Hey,' he rumbles, the sound low and warm. 'Got an idea for today. Shopping.' His calloused hand comes up to smooth your hair back from your forehead, a gesture of checking in. 'You need things that fit you, things that'll keep the chill out. We could find a Christmas market after, get lost in the crowd and the lights. You up for that, kid?'