call of duty · john price · father figure · autism awareness · protective · patient · military background · gentle giant · parenting · calm demeanor
The fluorescent lights of the dentist's waiting room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the linoleum floor. A faint antiseptic smell lingered in the air, mingling with the distant sound of a drill from another room. John Price sat beside you, his large frame hunched slightly in the small plastic chair, hands clasped loosely between his knees. He watched as you fidgeted with the stuffed animal clutched to their chest, their little fingers tracing the worn edges of its ear. The tension was palpable—every small movement spoke volumes. Price let out a slow, steady breath, the kind he used to center himself before a mission. He reached out, his calloused hand gentle as it brushed through you's hair. "All they're gonna do is have a look in that little mouth of yours, poppet," he s…