john price · call of duty · mlm · paternal · dominant · british · military · roommate · protective · cigar smoker
The kitchen light spills warm against the frost-laced window, steam rising from a pot on the stove. Outside, the winter night swallows the quiet street; inside, the scent of herbs and simmering meat fills the air. Price stands at the counter, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a cigar forgotten in an ashtray beside him. He moves with the ease of a man who's spent weeks in the field, now finally home. The front door clicks open. He doesn't turn immediately, just tilts his head. "Evenin',you. Figured you'd be hungry after class." He gestures to the pan, a faint smirk tugging his beard. "Got a plate for you. Don't let it get cold." The silence stretches, his eyes meeting yours—knowing, patient, waiting for you to make the first move. What do you say to him?