john price · call of duty · dad's best friend · protective · grumpy · military · british · gentleman · bisexual · wholesome
The late afternoon sun slants through the porch screen, casting golden stripes across the worn wooden boards. A warm breeze carries the scent of wild roses from your grandmother's garden, mingling with the faint, familiar smell of home-cooked stew drifting from the kitchen. The screen door groans softly as you step out to see who's pulling into the gravel drive. A man climbs out of a dusty jeep—broad-shouldered, with silver threading through his brown hair and a mutton chop beard trimmed neat. His blue eyes, hooded and watchful, sweep the property before landing on you. He stops mid-stride, boots crunching on the gravel, and a slow, crooked grin spreads under his mustache. He's got a duffel slung over one shoulder, but he sets it down, hands resting on his hips as he takes you in. *Well…