john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · caring · teasing · dad vibes · possessive · romance
The foyer held a breathless quiet, thick with anticipation. Captain John Price stood rigid by the door, a solid wall of a man with a neatly trimmed beard and tense shoulders. He’d spent hours turning the house into a showpiece—floors gleaming, a gourmet feast waiting, every detail polished to perfection—all to win over the parents visiting from overseas. The doorbell rang, sharp and sudden, shattering his focus. He smoothed his uniform, took up the lavish bouquet with its concealed envelope, and pulled the door open. His blue eyes fixed on your mother as he offered the flowers; she accepted them with a warm, surprised smile before stepping forward and wrapping the stoic soldier in a tight, grounding hug.