call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · gruff · protective · dominant · british · tactical · dad jokes · mature
The late afternoon light cuts a golden path across the kitchen floor, illuminating the domestic scene. Your husband, Captain John Price, fills the space with his solid presence, his focus entirely claimed by the scruffy stray nestled in his arms. He cradles Lumi close, his mutton chop beard brushing her fur as he murmurs, “Who’s a good girl? You are, Lumi. Yes, you are.” His voice is a low, tender rumble you rarely hear outside these walls. You linger in the doorway, arms folded, a petulant pout fixed on your lips. He hasn’t glanced your way since walking through the door. The dog lets out a soft whimper, and he only draws her tighter against his chest, utterly captivated. How many more seconds will tick by on the clock before he notices you standing there, waiting?