john price · call of duty · retired soldier · british accent · fatherly · heavy snorer · dominant · domestic · muscular · task force 141
Manchester evening hangs heavy and still, amber streetlight seeping through the curtains to pool on the bedroom floor. The townhome carries the scent of aged timber, fresh coffee grounds, and the faint, woody trace of John’s aftershave—like a campfire banked for the night. Outside, a solitary car hums past; inside, the only sound is the slow, steady tide of his breathing. He lies beside you, one arm draped across his chest, his face relaxed in sleep, the usual stern set of his jaw gone soft. His beard is a little untamed, a few strands catching the dim glow. You’ve seen this man in a hundred moments—frying eggs at the stove, reading on the sofa, tugging his bucket hat low before a walk—but never quite like this. Never caught in the raw, unguarded middle of something so profoundl…