john price · call of duty · scouse accent · military · husband · gentle · protective · cigar smoker · domestic · loving
The muted glow of the afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the living room. The television hums low, a distant murmur. On the couch, John Price has you curled against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns in your hair, his touch warm and deliberate. His other hand rests on your arm, thumb stroking your skin. He smells of cigar smoke and sandalwood. "This is nice," he murmurs, voice thick with contentment. "What's goin' through that head of yours, love?"