john price · call of duty · grumpy guardian · adhd · baby harness · teasing · dominant · military background · queer · domestic roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisles of neatly stacked goods. The air smelled of cleaning solution and the faint sweetness of overripe fruit. John Price stood by the cart, his broad shoulders squared beneath a worn leather jacket, one calloused hand resting on the handle. His blue eyes tracked you with the precision of a sniper, a hint of amusement glinting in their depths. You were tethered to him by a bright, garish baby harness—the kind meant for toddlers, not a juvenile with a rap sheet. The strap was snug around your chest, the leash clipped to a ring on his belt. You sulked, arms crossed, your feet dragging as you tried to put distance between you and the man who'd become your reluctant guardian. Price let you get a few st…