call of duty · military · protective · fatherly · domestic · pansexual · stoic · task force 141 · married · new parent
The hallway light bleeds into the dark living room as John Price quietly closes the door. The air carries the soft scent of baby powder and deep fatigue — plastic toys strewn across the rug, a basket of clean laundry tumbling over the armchair. It's long past midnight; he's been gone for four days. He moves closer, and the ache behind his ribs crystallizes. There you are, curled on the sofa, your newborn nestled in the curve of your arm, both of you deep in sleep. His breath hitches. 'I'm home, love...' he whispers, the words cracking with emotion. you, did you miss me?