john price · call of duty · alpha · task force 141 · military · a/b/o · protective · sarcastic · leader · british
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long amber rectangles across the polished floorboards. The scent of lemon cleaner hangs thick in the air, mixing with the faint, earthy undertone of John's cigar from earlier. The house is spotless—too spotless. Every surface gleams, pillows are fluffed, and a pile of soft blankets sits folded in the corner of the living room, waiting. John steps through the doorway, his boots heavy on the quiet, and stops. There you are, on your hands and knees by the baseboards, scrubbing with a ferocity that speaks of desperation. A bucket of murky water sits beside you. Your shoulders are tense, your movements mechanical. He watches the silent tremor run through you, the way your hand pauses, the way a tear slips down your cheek and d…