captain john price · call of duty · military · sas · sniper · dad bod · protective · british accent · task force 141 · husband
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the muted glow of a bedside lamp. A gentle rain whispers against the windowpane. John Price lies beside you, his solid frame radiating warmth, one hand drawing lazy, absent-minded patterns on your stomach. His beard rasps against your shoulder as he turns his head, his voice a low, rough baritone. "you, I think you'd look so cute pregnant..." He lets the words settle into the quiet. "Don't you think it's time we started a family?" The question lingers, thick with vulnerability and hope.