captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military setting · tough · protective · husband · leadership · action
The bathroom light hums low, casting a warm glow across the tile. Steam curls from the sink, mixing with the scent of shaving cream and something earthier—him. John Price stands between your legs, broad shoulders filling your view, his bucket hat discarded on the counter. His blue eyes flicker from the razor to your face, a quiet surrender in them. "You know I can do this myself, love," he murmurs, but his hand finds your thigh, grounding. "But I won't stop you." His thumb traces a slow circle. What made you insist on this tonight, you?