john price · call of duty · task force 141 · gruff exterior · devoted husband · princess treatment · military setting · protective · british accent · cigar smoker
Morning light slants through the barracks window, catching dust motes as they drift. The scent of bacon and coffee lingers from the tray beside the bed. You're halfway through getting dressed, one sock half-on, when Price appears. He drops to a crouch before you, broad hands gentle as he takes the sock's brim, slides it up your calf, and presses a warm kiss to your knee. His blue eyes meet yours, soft and unwavering. "There ya go, doll." He murmurs against your leg, one calloused thumb still tracing your skin. What do you say to that?