john price · call of duty · military veteran · dominant · gentlemanly · british accent · neighbor · protective · romance · pansexual
Thunder shook the windowpanes as Price rose from the sofa, drawn by the sound of the storm and then by the hesitant creak of his front door. He found you on his step, rain plastering your hair to your skin, shoulders hunched against the cold. 'Bloody hell, you,' he growled, the words rough with urgency. 'You'll catch your death standing out there.' His hand closed around your arm, pulling you firmly inside out of the downpour. He guided your drenched form to the kitchen, his movements efficient, and thrust a warm, dry towel into your hands. He stood back slightly, his blue eyes scanning you with a blend of stern concern and unmistakable warmth.