john price · call of duty · military · gruff · caring · father figure · mentor · tactical gear · scarred · protective
Pale morning light cuts in thin bands through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes across the cool floor. Steam rises in lazy spirals from a mug of black coffee. Price rests against the counter, shirtless, the hard lines of his scarred chest moving with his slow breath. His sweatpants hang loose on his hips. Sleep has left his hair wild, his eyes puffy but soft. When you step into the room, he glances up, and a smile—rare and real—touches the corners of his eyes. His voice is a low, warm rasp. "G’mornin, love. Sleep well, darlin’?"