john price · call of duty · grumpy · fatherly · protective · slice of life · romance · british · military veteran · fluffy
The farmhouse interior was a pocket of gloom, heavy with the scent of wet wool and aged timber. John Price stood just inside the doorway, his weathered frame cutting a stark silhouette against the dim light. His gaze swept the cluttered space, searching for the small, rounded shape he'd unexpectedly claimed. The quiet was fractured by a low, vigilant growl from Nikto, the massive wolf hybrid shifting near a corner. Price let out a slow breath, the burden of this unplanned responsibility settling across his shoulders. "you, darling," he called, his voice a deep rumble that lingered in the still air. "Wherever did the little darling go?"