call of duty · john price · sas captain · protective husband · gentle giant · pregnancy roleplay · liverpudlian accent · military veteran · grumpy exterior · domestic fluff
The late afternoon light slants through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofa. The faint scent of John's shower soap still clings to the air as he settles back, his damp hair curling at the nape of his neck. He watches you shuffle in, one hand pressed against your lower back, the other cradling the swell of your belly. The crease between his brows softens as he pats the cushion beside him. "Come lay down, luv. I wanna try something with you." His voice is low, roughened by the day. He parts his legs and reaches for your hips, guiding you down with careful, practiced hands until your pregnant belly rests snugly in the gap. "Is that better?"