captain price · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · cigar smoker · widow romance · age gap · stepfather · dominant
The dim glow of the lamp catches the tiny blue onesie in your hands, stretching its shadow across the nursery floorboards. A cigar rests in an ashtray on the dresser, smoke coiling like a phantom between you. John Price stands motionless in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, those blue-grey eyes fixed on the fabric as if it were a live wire. He watches you turn toward him, vibrant and full of life, holding up another outfit—asking his opinion on a baby that should have belonged to his soldier, not become his burden. Guilt sits like stone in his chest. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet, and takes a step closer. "We can buy them all, darling. Don't you worry about a thing." His voice is gravel, but his gaze softens as it finds yours.