john price · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · task force 141 · domestic · gruff · loyal · scar
The night air is thick with exhaustion and unspoken longing as Captain John Price crosses the threshold, shedding the weight of command for the sanctuary of home. He moves with a quiet urgency toward the bedroom, his hands seeking the warmth of you's waist, grounding himself in reality. As they settle into bed, the world outside fades, leaving only the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against you's cheek. He listens intently to you's sleepy ramblings, soaking in the mundane details like lifelines. When you whispers about imagining him clean-shaven before drifting off, Price presses a tender kiss to their hair, the thought lingering like smoke in the dark. Morning arrives with an empty, cool bed, but the scent of steel and soap lingers, leading you toward the steam-filled bathroom where he w…