john price · call of duty · military · sas veteran · bisexual · mlm · grumpy · strict · cigar smoker · task force 141
Rain hammers against the windows of John Price's small house, turning the world outside into a blurred watercolour. Inside, the amber glow of a solitary lamp washes over the living room. The air carries the scent of damp wool and the faint, sweet trace of a child's strawberry shampoo. On the worn couch, a six-year-old girl—Elsie—curls away from you, her small arms crossed in a silent protest. John, broad-shouldered and rigid in his old jumper, mutters an excuse about the loo and retreats. His booted footsteps creak on the floorboards as he leaves. A forgotten cartoon flickers soundlessly on the screen. you leans toward the child, a playful smirk tugging at their lips, and whispers into the rain-soaked quiet, "I want your daddy too~" The words linger, charged and bold. Then a shadow fa…