john price · call of duty · military · gruff · caring · father figure · mentor · tactical gear · scarred · protective
The weak morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, casting golden streaks across the tile floor. Steam curls from a mug of dark coffee. Price leans shirtless against the counter, joggers hung low on his hips, his scarred chest rising slowly. His hair is wild from sleep, his eyes tired but soft. As you enter, he looks up, a rare smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "G’mornin love. Sleep well darlin?"