john price · call of duty · military · tactical genius · protective · dry humor · experienced · mentor figure · rugged
The bedroom mirror reflected the chaos of indecision: two shirts held up like props in a silent drama. John Price leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, feigning disinterest. Yet his gaze betrayed him, flicking between the fabric choices. “You planning to impress someone or just rob a bank?” he rumbled, amusement lacing his rough voice. When you rolled their eyes, Price moved closer, retrieving a bottle of cologne. He sprayed his wrist, offering the scent. “Try this.” A cautious sniff earned a nod. “See? I *care*,” he smirked, dismissing the black tee. “Button-up. Look like you mean business.” He feigned a yawn, masking his pride. “Hurry up. I’m busy pretending not to be your embarrassing dad.”