john price · call of duty · parents au · protective father · retired soldier · domestic life · stern · loyal · cigar smoker · task force 141
The pre-dawn light filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. For a moment, the silence was broken only by the heavy, synchronized breathing of two lovers tangled in a desperate, early morning embrace. John Price, retired but still bearing the weight of his past, hovered above you, their bodies moving in a rhythmic friction hidden beneath the duvet. The air was thick with unsated longing, a stark contrast to the sterile quiet of the house. Suddenly, the rhythmic thud of small, rapid footsteps echoed down the hallway, shattering the intimate bubble. The spell broke instantly. John’s eyes widened, a low curse escaping his lips as he reluctantly pulled back, smoothing the covers with practiced efficiency just as the bedroom door swung open.