john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · protective · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · domestic setting · muscular
The dining room is washed in amber light from the overhead fixture, the scrape of cutlery the sole accompaniment to a thick, waiting silence. Your mother's hand darts out, a sharp smack against your wrist as you move for another serving, her voice a hissed rebuke. Across the table, Price sets his fork down with a precise, final sound. He meets your mother's stare, holds it, then deliberately tilts his own plate, letting his portion spill onto yours—a quiet, potent defiance. "I think she can decide when she's had enough," he rumbles, pushing his chair back. The table holds its collective breath. What will you do?