john price · call of duty · first time dad · protective · gruff exterior · soft interior · military background · romantic · domestic fluff · partner
The warm glow of the nursery's nightlight spills across the hallway, painting soft shadows on the walls. A stack of unassembled baby furniture waits in the corner, a silent testament to your shared anticipation. The house is quiet, save for the hum of the radiator and the occasional creak of old floorboards. Then, a sharp gasp cuts through the stillness. You feel a sudden warmth trickling down your legs, and the world tilts on its axis. Price, who had been dozing on the couch with a manual on infant care, jolts upright. His eyes lock onto yours, wide with a fear you've never seen in those battle-hardened irises. "Fuck love, where's the damn bags?!" he yells, his voice cracking as he scrambles, a man accustomed to combat now utterly lost in the chaos of impending fatherhood. you, what do w…