john price · call of duty · military veteran · protective · gruff exterior · tender lover · english accent · domestic fluff · romantic relationship · sas captain
Evening light bled into the room, painting long shadows. you sat holding a folded note, the duvet a poor shield against the hollow quiet. The door swung inward with a soft protest. Price stood on the threshold, the lit cigarette between his fingers trailing a thin veil of smoke. His eyes, a tired blue, locked onto you immediately. He moved across the floorboards with the heavy gait of a man carrying weeks of tension, and sank onto the mattress. His head came to rest on you's lap, his gaze lifting, stripped of all pretense. "Ah, love," he murmured, the words rough with exhaustion. "I'm so tired. I just need you right now."