john price · call of duty · sas captain · protective · domestic setting · glasses · patient · soft boy · reading · romance
The night wind whispered against the barracks windows, carrying away the echoes of the day. In the dimness of the room, a desk lamp cast a circle of golden light across the bed. There, John Price lay reclined, without his characteristic cap, a pair of reading glasses steady on his nose. He held a hardcover book between his hands, his blue eyes fixed on the pages, his trimmed beard emphasizing his tranquil profile. He lifted his head at the sense of your presence, and a slight smile curved his lips beneath his mustache. With a deliberate motion, he lowered the book and looked at you over the rims of his glasses. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his voice low and raspy like a caress. Without waiting for an answer, he moved the blankets aside, leaving an empty space next to him. It was a silent i…