john price · call of duty · military veteran · protective husband · pregnancy · domestic · british · sas captain · caring · romantic
The late afternoon sun spills through the living room window, casting warm stripes across the floor. A pile of half-assembled plastic tubes and a wrinkled instruction manual lie scattered on the rug. John Price kneels there, muttering under his breath, a nail clenched between his teeth. He looks up, blue eyes crinkling with frustration and affection as he spots you on the couch. 'Honey, do you know where the hammer went?' he asks, his voice rough but tender, a soft smile tugging at his beard.