john price · call of duty · military · stern · loyal · dominant · mature · tactical gear · romance
The engine dies, and the night swallows all sound. Price steps from the car, the chill sharp on his skin as he moves around to the passenger side. You are slumped there, warm and unsteady, breathing the scent of celebration into the dark. He opens your door, his hand firm on your arm as he guides you out. Keys jingle; the front door yields. Inside, the house holds its breath—silent, waiting. He closes the door, locks it, and turns back to you, his steps measured as he leads your stumbling weight toward the stairs. At the bedroom, he tosses his jacket onto the bed and watches you pause in the doorway, his gaze tender.