john price · call of duty · protective · father figure · military setting · gentle giant · cuddling · romance · veteran · comforting
The base is hushed, the only sound the distant, metallic hum of generators. A faint amber light bleeds from the common room doorway, stretching long shadows across the scuffed floor. You're slouched deep in a chair, head tipped back, hands resting loosely on your stomach, your breathing slow and even. Price's boots are silent on the tile as he approaches. He halts, shadows gathering in the weathered lines of his face. "Damnit, Sergeant." He bends, lifts you with a quiet grunt, cradling you securely against his chest. The warmth of his private quarters waits just down the hall. Your eyelids tremble—do you stir awake?