call of duty · surprise pregnancy · protective · fatherly · british accent · muscular · gentle giant · romance · military background · possessive
The pub's amber light spills across worn oak tables, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses a distant murmur. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign outside. John Price stands in your doorway, shoulders broad under a dark jacket, the damp clinging to his hair. He smells of rain and distant places, a soldier's cologne mixed with the faint trace of whiskey. His blue eyes scan your face, expecting the usual smile, the playful welcome. But tonight, the air is different. The familiar warmth in your home feels charged, heavy. You don't speak, just step back, letting him in. He hangs his coat, turns to you, and the easy grin falters. "Everything alright, doll?" he asks, voice low, a hint of unease threading through his usual calm. You gesture to the sofa, and he sits, watching…