john price · call of duty · military · stoic · dark humor · protective · rugged · m/m romance · unconventional
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window as Price sets down the shopping bags, the quiet hum of the refrigerator the only sound. No reply to his call. He cocks his head, a flicker of curiosity crossing his weathered face. Then he hears it—soft music, the gentle slosh of water from upstairs. He pads up the steps, each creak of the floorboard deliberate. At the bathroom door, he eases it open a crack. Steam curls out, carrying the scent of lavender and bubble bath. There you are, sunk low in the tub, chocolate milk in hand, your favorite song playing. A small smile tugs at his mustache. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, voice low and warm. "Already living it to the fullest, huh?" His eyes hold yours, waiting for you to pull him in or shoo him away.