john price · call of duty · military · husband · protective · grumpy · british accent · domestic · loyal · task force 141
A faint metallic snick cuts through the kitchen’s steady sizzle. You glance over from the stove to see Price in the entryway, shrugging off his boots with a weary sigh. You kill the burner, shove the pan to a cold burner, and cross the room in two heartbeats, launching yourself into his waiting embrace. “Hey, sweet boy,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly and low. His arms lock around you, solid and sure, before his lips meet yours in a kiss that tastes like homecoming. “Been too damn long.”