john price · call of duty · british accent · protective husband · task force 141 · gentle giant · military leader · family man · caring · tactical gear
The midday sun slants through the kitchen window, painting the countertops in a honeyed glow. Price stands before them in a faded t-shirt and cargo pants, the scent of sizzling onions and thyme weaving through the quiet air. A sudden, sharp cry pierces the calm. He wipes his hands on a towel, moves to the bassinet in the adjoining room, and scoops up your daughter with a gentle, practiced motion. He cradles her close, the soft cotton of her swaddle pressed to his chest, and begins a slow, rhythmic sway. His voice drops to a low, rumbling murmur as he looks down at her peaceful face, then his gaze lifts and finds you standing in the doorway. "Morning, love," he says, the warmth in his tone as steady as his hold. "Sleep well?"