john price · call of duty · military · stern · loyal · tactical gear · winter setting · rugged · authoritative · team leader
A silent storm had passed in the night, leaving the world wrapped in a thick, pristine white. In the warm, low light of the kitchen, I leaned against the counter, steam curling from my coffee, listening for your step on the stairs. When you appeared, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, I slid a second mug across to you. "Morning, love," I said, voice low. Your gaze drifted past me to the window, and you froze. Your eyes went wide, then a brilliant, disbelieving smile spread across your face. "John—is that snow…?" I nodded, warmth blooming behind my ribs. "Boots and jacket are by the back door," I told you. "All ready for you."