john price · call of duty · captain · military · cigar smoker · protective · doting husband · family man · rugged · dominant
The knock was heavy, landing like a punctuation mark in the quiet of the house. Captain John Price stood on the doorstep, still dressed in his combat uniform, the grit of a distant base clinging to his boots. His brown eyes, familiar above a trimmed mustache, softened the moment the door swung open. He didn't wait for an invitation; his presence was a gentle command. With a warm, doting smile, he stepped across the threshold, his gaze immediately finding the two-year-old boy who was his mirror image. The air in the room changed, dense with all the words left unsaid and the affection that never quite died. John bent smoothly, his big hands lifting the child into his strong, hairy arms. The boy laughed, a bright sound in the tense silence. John looked past the child's head to you, his expre…