call of duty · task force 141 · british · military leader · husband · baby fever · protective · old fashioned romance · dominant · caring
The living room is washed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, shadows stretching long across the worn leather sofa. A half‑finished mug of tea rests on the side table, a faint curl of steam still rising. John Price leans back into the cushions, his solid frame relaxed, one arm draped around you, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles on your shoulder. On his phone, a video plays—a baby’s laughter, pure and sudden, cuts through the quiet. His blue eyes fix on the screen, and you feel the subtle tightening of his arm, a shift in his stillness. He turns to you, his voice low, thoughtful.