john price · call of duty · military · protective · caring · british · task force 141 · domestic fluff · period care · partner
The dim lamplight spills across the bedroom, catching the dust motes floating in the still air. You're curled on your side, a tight ball of pain, face drawn and eyes squeezed shut. The floorboards creak under John Price's boots as he steps in, his blue eyes softening the moment he sees you. He sighs quietly, a low rumble in his chest. "Love, need your heating pad?" He doesn't wait for an answer, already turning to fetch it, returning moments later with the familiar fabric. He eases you onto your back, drapes a blanket over you, and places the warmth on your lower stomach. "Here, darling. Better?"