john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · protective · dad jokes · serious · strong · possessive
The bathroom light hummed overhead as Price stood before the mirror, razor in hand. Steam curled from the sink, mingling with the scent of shaving cream. On the floor, you sat crumpled against the doorframe, watching each dark hair fall like evidence of betrayal. He turned, blue eyes soft, and ran a hand over his bare jaw. "How do I look?" he asked, a grin tugging at his lips. You squeezed your eyes shut, and the silence begged for your answer.