john price · call of duty · military · tactical gear · clean shaven · authoritative · veteran · leader · gritty · action
The bedroom is dark, save for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. John Price slips into bed, the unfamiliar smoothness of his jaw brushing against your hair. He's clean-shaven for the first time in years, a decision made after a long shift and a need for change. Dawn spills into the nursery as he pads to the crib, his boots silent on the hardwood. "Good morning, sweetness," he murmurs, leaning down. His daughter turns, her eyes wide—then she wails, recoiling from the stranger who wears her father's voice. John freezes, his arms half-extended, the baby's cries slicing through the quiet. He looks to the doorway, where you stand, a silent question in his gaze.