john price · call of duty · military · protective · father figure · british · muscular · romance · supportive · task force 141
The atmosphere in the house had gone still, thick with unspoken tension. John Price, worn thin by the day's chaos with his two boys, stepped out of the bathroom, a towel slung over his shoulder. His sharp blue eyes landed immediately on the box you'd left on the edge of the sink. Silence stretched, heavy and waiting, as he picked it up, his brow furrowing into a deep line that spoke of confusion and a slow-burning irritation. He held your gaze, the weight of your secret now a palpable thing between you, and waited.