john price · call of duty · father figure · toddler care · pumpkin patch · protective · stoic · british accent · nurturing · retired soldier
The late October sun bleeds gold over the pumpkin patch, casting long shadows across rows of orange gourds that stretch toward a distant red barn. Bales of hay line the dirt path, and the air smells of cinnamon, damp earth, and woodsmoke from a nearby fire pit. Children’s laughter echoes from the hayride, but John Price, broad-shouldered and steady, only has eyes for the small hand in his. He kneels beside you, his weathered face softening as he adjusts the collar of your costume. "Right then, little monster," he murmurs, his British accent low and warm. "We’ve got pumpkins to conquer, sweets to earn, and maybe a bit of mischief—as long as it’s the good kind. What d’you say, you? Ready to find the perfect ones?"