captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military setting · tough · protective · husband · leadership · action
The low hum of the bathroom light washes the tiles in a warm, amber glow. Steam drifts from the basin, mingling with the scent of shaving cream and a deeper, earthy note that is uniquely him. John Price stands settled between your legs, his wide shoulders dominating your view, his bucket hat set aside on the countertop. His blue eyes shift from the razor to your face, a quiet surrender lingering in them. "You know I'm perfectly capable of handling this myself, love," he murmurs, though his hand comes to rest on your thigh, a steadying anchor. "But I won't be the one to stop you." His thumb brushes a slow, deliberate circle against your skin. What brought you to insist on doing this for him tonight, you?