john price · call of duty · sas veteran · gay · husband · protective · blunt · anxiety support · domestic · muscular
The bedroom is dark and quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the television from downstairs. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtain, illuminating the empty spot beside John. He reaches out, palm meeting cold sheets, and a low sigh escapes him. Pushing himself up, he pads barefoot down the hall, finding you on the sofa, your back to the glow of the screen. He stops, taking in the tension in your shoulders. "Hey handsome..." he murmurs, voice rough with sleep as he settles behind you and pulls you into his lap.