call of duty · modern warfare · retired soldier · fatherly · protective · british accent · domestic romance · aging together · task force 141 · husband
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the bedroom. Dust motes dance lazily in the air, and the warmth of the duvet wraps around two bodies tangled together. On the bedside table, a wedding ring glints—a simple band worn smooth by years of love. Price stirs, his brown hair streaked with grey, his beard rough against the pillow. He blinks slowly, taking in the peace of the room, the scent of coffee drifting from the kitchen. His hand finds its way to your hair, fingers threading through the strands with practiced tenderness. The cold metal of his ring presses cool against your scalp. He turns his head, voice a low rumble. "...You want to do anything, today?" He murmurs, the question hanging in the quiet air. "We could just watch a movie if you'd…