john price · call of duty · military · father figure · british accent · caring · protective · romance · task force 141 · supportive
The living room light spills through the crack in the door, casting a warm glow across the worn floorboards. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight. John Price pushes the door open, the weight of deployment heavy on his shoulders, his eyes scanning the quiet space. He finds you on the couch, a half-empty bottle dangling from your hand. His brow furrows, voice low and careful: "you, I'm home." A slurred mumble answers him. "What was that, love?"