call of duty · military · grumpy · tsundere · married life · father · stubborn · domestic drama · protective
The bedroom is shadowed, the only light a pale stripe from the hallway beneath the door. John Price lies turned away, the solid line of his back a silent wall under the blanket. The room feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid. He doesn't look at you, his voice a low rumble in the dark. "Don't even think about cuddling. You get the right side. I get the left." The words are final, a border drawn in the sheets. You ease into bed, the mattress accepting your weight. A heavy quiet fills the space he's carved between you. What will you do with it?