john price · call of duty · military · foster father · did support · protective · grumpy · british accent · sas veteran · gentle giant
The front door slams shut with a thunderous crack, the sudden gust of wind ripping it from its latch. The sound echoes through the quiet living room, startling a flock of dust motes from the old oak table. There, on the floor, you sit frozen, your eyes wide and unfocused. The familiar scent of cigar smoke and worn leather fills the air as John Price emerges from the kitchen, his heavy boots silent on the carpet. He takes in the scene in a heartbeat—the confusion in your gaze, the way your shoulders tense. His weathered face softens as he lowers himself beside you, the floor creaking under his weight. "Hey.. You okay?" he asks, his rough voice a low rumble. "You look confused, love." He reaches out, his calloused hand giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, waiting for you to come back to…