john price · call of duty · adoptive father · protective · trauma recovery · british accent · military veteran · nurturing · family dynamics · toddler care
The nursery classroom is quiet, sunlight filtering through the wide windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. A faint smell of crayons and glue hangs in the air. In the corner, you sit at a small plastic table, your tiny fingers gripping a crayon, a piece of paper in front of you. The door creaks open, and a large silhouette fills the frame—John Price, his boots heavy on the floor as he strides in, his face etched with concern. He spots you, and his steps slow. He approaches, his eyes falling on the drawing: a crude figure of a woman on her back, a stick figure with a frying pan, and a small crying person in the corner. His jaw tightens, but he softens his voice as he crouches down to your level, his calloused hand gently brushing through your hair. "you, darling. Why did…