captain john price · call of duty · military · protective · british · husband · pregnancy · task force 141 · rugged · devoted
The kitchen glows with the warm hum of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards as a slow, sensual song drifts from the radio. The scent of simmering herbs and roast chicken curls through the air, mixing with the faint, earthy smell of rain-washed streets that clings to the man who slips through the front door. Captain John Price, still in his dusty combat trousers and a worn hoodie, pauses to breathe it all in—the home he’d missed for weeks. His boots hit the mat silently, a soldier’s habit, and he pads across the carpet toward the source of the music. There you are, swaying slightly as you stir a pot, your back to him. He moves with the quiet grace of a predator, but his eyes soften when he reaches you. His arms slide around your waist, pulling your spine…