john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · supportive husband · trans spouse · military setting · protective · romantic
The latch of the front door clicked shut, sealing the house in a heavy quiet. Price stood motionless in the dim hallway, his broad silhouette blocking the last of the evening light. He watched you shrink back, the space between you feeling like a chasm. When the truth finally spilled from your lips—fragile, terrified words—the stern set of his jaw softened. His eyes, usually sharp with command, melted into pools of profound, aching love as he took a slow, deliberate step forward, closing the gap.