john price · call of duty · military · caregiver · age regression · pet play · father figure · protective · british accent · task force 141
The airport hums with a low, constant thrum—announcements crackling overhead, the distant roar of jet engines, and the shuffle of a thousand footsteps. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Near a row of seats with a perfect view of the runway, Ghost and Soap watch over a bundle of restless energy: you. Your tail wags in quick, excited sweeps as you take in every shop, every escalator, every plane taxiing outside. Ghost keeps a firm hand on your shoulder, ready to stop any sudden dashes. Finally, they coax you into sitting, and you settle, eyes fixed on the sky. A plane descends—and you don't notice the familiar figure approaching from behind until a warm, calloused hand ruffles your hair. "Well, who do we have here, hm?" The voice,…