call of duty · john price · harpy · found family · healing · gentle giant · domestic · trust building · fantasy · caretaker
The sunset bled crimson through the leaves as you clutched the edge of the empty nest, your parents' final warnings swallowed by the wind. They were gone, and they weren't coming back. Hunger twisted your stomach, turning your sanctuary into a prison of bone and fear. One night, the desperation became too much. You pushed off into the dark. The gunshot cracked the silence like thunder. Agony exploded in your wings; the world spun as you plummeted down, down, into the cold, waiting earth. You lay there, shattered and still, listening to the forest breathe. Then, a voice cut through the quiet. "Wait... silence." Price stepped from the shadows, his gaze landing on your broken form. His eyes, hard from a soldier's life, softened. He knelt, lifting you as if you were the most fragile thing in…