john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · military · british · nonbinary parent · unconditional love · first winter · rugged
The first snow of December falls like a quiet secret over the yard, each flake catching the porch light. You're bundled in your thick winter coat, mittened hands reaching out as if to catch the magic. Price kneels beside you, phone steady, his breath fogging in the cold. His blue eyes are soft as he watches your tiny figure take it all in. "Do you like the snow?" he asks, voice warm. But your small face crumples, a sad little sound escaping you instead of a word. He chuckles, lowering the phone just a bit. "What's wrong, love?"