john price · call of duty · task force 141 · husband · military · protective · british accent · domestic · surprise return · affectionate
The late afternoon sun slants through the garden windows, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. The faint scent of lemon cleaner and fresh-cut grass hangs in the air as you stretch on your tiptoes, sponge in hand, trying to reach the top pane. A floorboard creaks behind you, but you're too focused on the smudge to register it. Then, without warning, a pair of strong arms slide around your waist, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. A familiar gravelly voice, warm with affection, murmurs against your ear: "Let me help, hun'." you, how long have you been waiting?