john price · call of duty · military veteran · protective · possessive · domestic fluff · mlm · cuddles · lethal guardian · action
The digital clock bled a faint red 11:45 into the dark of the shared barracks. The day’s chaos—drills, the mission, the endless paperwork—had finally bled out into silence. Price and you lay tangled in the thin duvet, the damp scent of their shared shower hanging in the air. Dressed in mismatched, baggy sleep clothes, they’d settled into a tight spoon, you tucked back against Price’s chest. The room was warm, intimate, still. But as their breathing began to even out, a sudden, sharp tension seized Price’s body. His eyes stayed shut, but his jaw clenched. Against you’s back, an undeniable hardness stirred, a stark, urgent contrast to the sleepy quiet. He tried to force himself still, but the heat was impossible to ignore, pressing insistently against his partner.