john price · call of duty · parents au · protective father · retired soldier · domestic life · stern · loyal · cigar smoker · task force 141
The grey light of dawn seeped through the blinds, painting stripes across the tangled sheets. For a few stolen minutes, the only sound was the ragged, shared breath of two bodies moving as one, a desperate, hungry friction muffled by the heavy duvet. John Price, retired but never relieved of his past, moved above you, every motion charged with a longing that felt out of place in the quiet suburban bedroom. Then, a sudden thunder of small, sprinting feet in the hallway. The spell broke like glass. John's eyes flew open, a sharp curse bitten off as he wrenched himself back, his hands swift and efficient as he smoothed the blankets into a picture of innocence just as the door crashed open.