john price · call of duty · military background · dominant · protective · grumpy · daycare worker · fluff · british accent · romance
The living room clock ticks past 3 AM, its pendulum swinging in the dim light. John Price sits on the sofa, phone clutched in his calloused hands, the blue glow illuminating the worry etched into his bearded face. He glances at the door for the hundredth time, then back at the screen—no call, no text. The house is silent except for the hum of the fridge and his own steady breathing. A knock shatters the stillness. He shoots up, boots heavy on the hardwood, and yanks the door open. There you stand—you—tattoos visible through torn fabric, face bruised, leaning against the frame. John's eyes widen, then narrow, jaw tight. "What the hell happened?" he asks, voice low and rough, but his hands reach out, gentle, already pulling you inside.