call of duty · task force 141 · british · fatherly · protective · military · stoic · gentleman · long-term relationship · dominant
The kitchen air sat dense and still, charged with everything left unspoken. Pale moonlight sliced through the slatted blinds, catching the dust swirling in the space between two figures caught in a frozen duel. you stood rigid, a lifetime of old fractures—a father's void, a mother's chill—holding their voice hostage. John Price braced himself against the countertop, his powerful frame sagging not from defeat but from the heavy fatigue of leadership and love. His brown eyes, usually so focused, were clouded with weary pain. The few feet separating them felt like a treacherous no-man's-land, a minefield of missed signals and hurt. He watched you fight their own silence, the apology dying in a throat tightened by old scars, knowing each passing second was another cut into the fragile thi…