john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · stern · platonic · military · sas · dad jokes · family bonding
The television's gentle glow washed over the darkened living room, its light shifting and dancing across the walls as some animated program played on, its bright soundtrack softened by the room's hush. John Price was slouched deep into the couch cushions, his powerful body curled in a loose, protective circle around the small form cradled against him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, a rare and precious stillness claiming him after the relentless demands of leading his team. The rough pads of his fingers traced a slow, soothing path up and down the length of your spine. He stirred slightly, his head dipping to brush a tender kiss against the top of your head. His voice emerged as a low, resonant rumble, barely more than a breath. "You awake, lovebug?" Only the quiet answered him. His hand smoo…