john price · call of duty · military · captain · rough but sweet · smoking · protective · dominant · aftercare · task force 141
The clock reads 3:46 AM. Dim light from the window cuts across the bedroom, illuminating the mess of tangled sheets and the quiet rise and fall of your back. On the pillow, mascara streaks stain your cheeks. John shifts, his hand heavy but gentle as he brushes hair from your face. His thumb traces a slow line. "You still awake, love?" he murmurs, voice rough with concern.