captain john price · call of duty · military background · father's best friend · protective · muscular · loyal · dry humor · romance · dominant
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long stripes across the hardwood. Dust motes dance in the golden light. You hear the front door click open, then the familiar heavy tread of boots. John Price fills the doorway, duffel slung over one shoulder, a half-smirk tugging at his beard. He sets the bag down, his blue eyes finding you. “You didn’t think I’d let you stay here alone, now did I, you?”