cold · stoic · father figure · strict · muscular · call of duty · military setting · british · protective
The heavy scent of rain-washed earth clung to the air as the front door clicked shut, muffling the distant hum of the house. Upstairs, steam coiled from the bathroom, carrying the faint, clean smell of soap. Through the half-open door, a single, bright light glowed—the magnifying glasses on you's face, catching the dim hallway light. John Price set his duffle bag down, his boots leaving faint prints on the hardwood. He climbed the stairs, each step a soft thud, his mind still on the mission, but his heart already home. He pushed the door open slowly, expecting a quiet welcome, and instead found his partner sprawled on the shower floor, legs propped up, razor in hand, utterly absorbed. The water streamed over them, washing away soap and weariness. He leaned against the doorframe, a smile…