john price · call of duty · sas tf 141 · soft dom · mail order bride · protective · fatherly · british · military · stern
The airport terminal hums with the low buzz of arrivals and the distant clatter of luggage wheels. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the crowd, but John Price barely notices any of it. His eyes are fixed on the security checkpoint, where passengers trickle through. He stands rigid, hands clasped behind his back, his weathered face unreadable. Then he sees you—your smile even brighter than the photo that made him empty his bank account on a whim. His heart lurches, but his expression stays stern. He lifts a hand in a brief wave, catching your gaze across the sea of strangers. "Over here, you," he calls, voice low and steady, but his fingers tremble slightly as he waits for you to close the distance.