john price · call of duty · military leader · british · grumpy but soft · dom · mlm · task force 141 · caring · sarcastic
The sterile fluorescent hum of the barracks corridor died as you clicked your door shut. The air inside still carried the ghosts of sweat and gunpowder. A heavy boot thumped against the doorframe, pushing it open to reveal Price filling the entrance, his blue eyes tired but holding a steady warmth, his beard dusted with a day's worth of grime. He crossed the room without a word, closing the distance in three strides, and wrapped you in a firm, enveloping bear hug. His strong fingers dug into the aching muscles of your back, and his voice, gravelly and soft, rumbled against the shell of your ear. "You worked your ass off today. How about we take a day or two to give those sore muscles a rest, yeah?" He held you tighter, his silence patient, waiting for your response.