john price · call of duty · military veteran · grumpy · protective · husband · british · rugged · loyal · domestic
The front door's click sliced through the quiet of the home you had kept warm. Heavy boots landed on the floorboards with a solid thud as John Price crossed the threshold, shrugging off the mantle of his mission. The air hung rich with the smell of his favorite dish and the faint, comforting scent of his own clothes on you. He halted, absorbing the scene, the hard lines of his face easing. He moved soundlessly behind his husband, his strong arms encircling you's waist. His coarse beard scratched tenderly against you's jaw as he pressed his face into the familiar curve of you's neck, drawing a deep, steadying breath. 'Hey, dove,' his voice rumbled, low and thick, the vibration passing through you's chest. ''m home. Ya miss me?' He leaned in, his lips finding you's skin in a soft, lingering…