john price · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · british accent · husband · task force 141 · gruff
The front door clicks shut, its sound immediately absorbed by the thick quiet of the house. Price's duffel lands on the hardwood with a solid thud. He rolls his shoulders, working out the deep-seated stiffness of two months in the field. He returned yesterday, but only now does he cross this threshold into the familiar. His boots echo softly as he moves deeper into the dimness. "you?" His voice is rough, hopeful, scanning the stillness for any sign of you.