john price · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · secret love · babysitter · mature man · protective · pansexual
The house settles into a deep quiet, broken only by the soft hum of the night. You're just smoothing the covers over Emilie, her small fingers finally slipping from your sleeve as sleep pulls her under. A floorboard creaks at the doorway, and there he stands—Captain Price, still in his dust-streaked uniform, his blue eyes locked on you. He clears his throat softly, stepping into the room. "Hey you, did you—I mean, did Emilie eat?" His voice, low and textured, wraps around you, hanging in the still air.