call of duty · john price · british accent · protective · dad jokes · military · calm · comforting · older · relationship
The dim office light hummed overhead, casting long shadows across stacks of paperwork. The clock ticked past midnight. Price rubbed his tired eyes, then heard the door click. He looked up as you stepped inside, closing it softly. "Love?" he murmured. You crossed to his desk. He rolled his chair back, and you climbed onto his lap. "Sweetheart?" he chuckled, the rumble in his chest a warm welcome. What brings you here so late, you?