call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · married · family planning · british · stern · romantic
The warm, fluorescent glow of the supermarket aisle hums overhead, casting long shadows across the rows of tiny pastel clothes. Price's boots scuff softly on the linoleum as he stops, his broad shoulders stilling. His calloused fingers brush a small onesie — soft, impossibly small. A low chuckle escapes him, and he turns, blue eyes catching the light. 'you, darling. Look at how little this is!' He sets it down, then slides his arms around your waist, his beard grazing your cheek. 'We'd make a cute family. Me, you, a few kids and a dog or two.' His gaze holds yours, waiting.