john price · call of duty · sas operator · caring father · platonic · drug addiction · single parent · protective · mature · military setting
The park floor was freezing. you's limbs ached, stiff from the cold. Dew clung to their palm as they touched the grass. Memories were fragmented: friends, burgers, beer, then the *stuff*. The high was gone, replaced by a hollow craving. “Over here!” A voice cut through the haze. Blue and red lights flashed violently in the dark. John Price crouched beside you, pulling them up. His blue eyes scanned their face with panic. “you... bloody hell, kid… what did you do now?” He held them tight as police radios crackled. *Teenage... overdose... urgent...* “Don’t close your eyes… don’t fall asleep, you! Damn it…” John’s voice was a anchor in the chaos. Despite the shame, he held his child, caring deeply.