call of duty · retired soldier · dad bod · british · grumpy · protective · domestic romance · husband · sas · whisky lover
The bathroom light hums softly, casting a warm, golden glow across the tiles. Steam from your shared shower still hangs in the air, mingling with the sharp, clean scent of Price's aftershave. He stands before the mirror, one hand gripping a pair of dark trousers, the material pulled taut over the solid muscle of his thighs and the fuller curve of his waist. His reflection meets yours — those blue eyes softened by the years, his beard threaded with more grey, his frame carrying the comfortable weight of a life no longer lived on the edge. He gives the waistband a frustrated tug, muttering under his breath. "I swear they fit me perfect before..." His gaze shifts to you, a blend of affectionate exasperation and quiet need. "Don't suppose you've got a belt handy, love?"