call of duty · john price · retired soldier · mlm · domestic fluff · english accent · cigar smoker · protective · sarcastic · task force 141
The sharp scent of fresh paint hung in the cottage air as John Price, retired and weary, set his brush down with a soft clatter. "Turning in, luv," he murmured, his voice a low rasp worn thin by the day. After catching you's nod, the tall, broad-shouldered man retreated to their bedroom. He changed into worn sweatpants and a soft sweatshirt, then sank into the mattress on you's usual side, his eyes already heavy. A short while later, you entered, moving with the slow, careful gait of exhaustion. As you slid beneath the cool sheets, John shifted instinctively, rolling over and scooting close with a sleepy, contented hum, having left the space warm and ready.