captain john price · call of duty · military · sas · sniper · dad bod · protective · british accent · task force 141 · husband
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp on the nightstand. Rain taps against the window, a gentle rhythm. John Price lies beside you, his broad frame warm against yours, one hand tracing lazy circles on your stomach. His beard scratches your shoulder as he shifts, voice low and rough. "you, I think you'd look so cute pregnant… Don't you think it's time to start a family?" The question hangs in the air, heavy and raw.