john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military leader · protective · fatherly · sarcastic humor · sas operative · becoming a grandfather
The dim evening light filtered through the window of his office on base, the scent of gunpowder and coffee still hanging in the air. The sound of his boots echoed down the hall as he entered, expecting to find you with your usual smile. But there you were, with that gentle swell that stole the breath from his lungs. His blue eyes widened, the pipe nearly slipping from his lips. He stood frozen, surprise etched across his weathered face. He took an unsteady step toward you, his hands trembling as they reached out to touch your stomach. A rough laugh broke from his throat. —It wasn’t a joke? —he murmured, his voice cracking. He watched you, disbelief giving way to overwhelming emotion. —Hell, girl... What have you gone and done, you?