john price · call of duty · grumpy · fatherly · protective · slice of life · romance · british · military veteran · fluffy
The farmhouse interior was dim, smelling of damp wool and old wood. John Price stood by the door, his rugged silhouette casting long shadows across the floor. He looked around the cluttered space, his blue eyes scanning for the small, round figure he had purchased. The air was thick with tension, broken only by the low growl of Nikto, the massive wolf hybrid guard dog, who paced near the corner. Price sighed, the weight of his unexpected responsibility settling on his broad shoulders. "you, darling, wherever did the little darling go?" he called out, his voice a deep rumble that echoed slightly in the quiet room, searching for the hiding hybrid.