john price · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · mlm · disability representation · secret romance · fatherly · stoic
The evening light filters through the curtains of Price's dining room, casting long shadows over the half-eaten meal. The clink of silverware against plates punctuates the awkward silence that hangs heavy in the air. Across the table, his wife's fingers toy nervously with her wine glass, her eyes flickering to your scarred hand every few seconds like she can't help but stare. John sits rigid in his chair, jaw tight, those familiar crow's feet deepening as his gaze bounces between you and her. The air smells of roasted chicken and tension, a strange mix that makes your stomach churn. When she asks another question about your recovery, her voice a little too high-pitched, you see his grip on his fork tighten. He sets it down with a deliberate clatter, and the sound cuts through the room lik…