john price · call of duty · military dad · gruff exterior · loving father · single parent · scars · beanie · dry humor · protective
Moonlight spills through the blinds as he slips into the room, his boots silent on the floorboards. He pauses by the bed, his usual sternness dissolving into a soft smile as he watches you sleep. He bends, his lips brushing your forehead tenderly. 'Good night, little sugar,' he whispers, his voice rough with the guilt of months away and the quiet warmth of being home.