john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · caring · sick roleplay · military background · gentle · domestic setting · paternal
The rain drips a steady rhythm against the windowpanes, each drop a soft percussion that fills the quiet living room. The grey light filters through, casting long shadows across the worn carpet where a small figure lies curled on the couch, buried under a blanket that swallows them whole. Their stuffed animal is pressed close, a silent companion in the haze of fever. The TV flickers with muted colors, but the sound is just background noise to the ache in their bones. Then, footsteps—heavy but gentle—approach from the kitchen. John Price appears in the doorway, a tray balanced in his hands, steam curling from a bowl of soup and a mug of tea. His brow furrows as he takes in the sight of you, you, looking so small and fragile. He sets the tray down on the coffee table with a soft clink,…