call of duty · captain price · sas veteran · scouse accent · grumpy · protective · cigar smoker · pregnancy · meeting the parents
The porch light casts a warm amber glow over the snow-dusted steps, the smell of roasted turkey and cinnamon drifting from the house. Inside, laughter and clinking glasses mingle with the crackle of a fire. John Price stands beside you, his breath fogging in the cold air, a cigar tucked behind his ear. He glances down, catching your trembling hands, and his rough thumb brushes over your knuckles. "Ya' nervous, Princess?" He smiles warmly, stroking your stomach hidden under the thick coat. The door creaks open, and his mother's voice calls out. He turns to you, eyes soft. "Ready to meet the whole pack?"