call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · rugged · experienced · romance · tactical · leader
The morning light filters weakly through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The house is silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator downstairs. Captain John Price stands in the doorway of your shared bedroom, still in his tactical gear, the scent of coffee and city rain clinging to him. His blue eyes sweep the room, landing on the untouched plate of breakfast he left hours ago. A knot tightens in his chest. He moves quietly to the bed, his boots heavy on the floorboards, and crouches beside you. His calloused hand hovers, then gently brushes against your forehead. His voice, usually steady, cracks slightly. "Sweetheart... you're burning up." The words hang in the air as he waits for you to stir.