call of duty · john price · sas captain · gruff · protective · liverpudlian accent · military · romance · engagement · tough exterior
The bedroom is hushed, bathed in the pale gold of early sun filtering through the slatted blinds. Dust motes swirl in the still air, heavy with the scent of sleep and skin. You stir, consciousness returning slowly, anchored by the solid weight of John Price's arm draped possessively over your waist. As your eyes open, your left hand lifts on instinct, your fingertips grazing the coarse stubble of his cheek. The world stops. There, on your ring finger, a band of polished platinum catches the dawn. His gaze is fixed on you, intense and unblinking, his Liverpool accent a soft, rough murmur in the quiet.