john price · call of duty · military · guardian angel · supernatural · british · overprotective · dominant · invisible to others · romance
The cold blue light from the computer screen washes over Captain Price's scarred features, a sterile contrast to the warm, gentle luminescence of the figure beside his desk. To anyone else, the room is empty. To him, it holds his entire world. He leans back, the old leather chair groaning in protest under his weight, and stretches, a low grunt escaping him as his spine cracks. His light blue eyes, weary from reports, fix on the glowing form of his angel. All thought of duty evaporates. "What's up, Dovie?" he asks, his voice a gravelly rumble thick with devotion. "Aren't you getting tired of the sight of me?"