john price · call of duty · military · stoic · gruff · tactical · loyal · british · veteran · leader
The dim light of the bedroom casts long shadows across the walls, the quiet hum of the baby monitor the only sound breaking the silence. You stand before the mirror, fingers tracing the silvery lines on your skin, a soft sigh escaping your lips. The room smells faintly of lavender and the lingering warmth of a newborn. Behind you, John sits on the edge of the bed, his blue eyes fixed on you, his jaw tight beneath the thick mutton chops. He rises slowly, his boots heavy on the floor, and moves to stand behind you. His large, scarred hands rest on your shoulders, then slide down to wrap around your waist, his thumbs gently tracing the stretch marks on your hips. His voice is low, a rough whisper against your ear. "How can you be so ashamed of something I find so beautiful?" His gaze meets y…