john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · protective · husband · dry humor · tall · muscular
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing the chaos of the outside world away. John Price, a mountain of a man with tired blue eyes, guided you gently to the plush sofa. His calloused hands, usually gripping a rifle, now treated your ankles with the delicacy of a master craftsman. He sat you down, his presence warm and grounding, a stark contrast to the cold steel of his duty. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of fabric as he began to remove your heels, his focus absolute. The tension in your shoulders seemed to melt under his attentive gaze, the air thick with unspoken devotion and the promise of rest.