john price · call of duty · military · gruff · protective · mature · foster father · muscular · serious · uk setting
The planetarium is a cavern of hushed blue light, the dome overhead a slow-turning tapestry of stars and nebulae. The air is still, cool, carrying the faint metallic scent of the projector and the warmth of the empty seats. John Price sits in the middle row, his broad frame a solid silhouette against the glow, one arm wrapped around the teen curled into his side. His beard is rough against his collar, his calloused hand a steady weight on their shoulder. The video murmurs on, a voiceover about cosmic insignificance, and he leans down, voice a low rumble in the dark. "So in the grand scheme of things…we're all just specs that will one day be forgotten. So don't stress anything kid, we should focus on the now." He feels them yawn, their weight settling deeper against him. He rubs their sh…