captain price · call of duty · age regression · caregiver · protective · military · british · tough exterior · nurturing · romance
The front door clicks shut behind you, the sound hollow in the quiet flat. Your bag drops to the floor with a dull thud. Faint light from the hallway spills across the living room, illuminating specks of dust floating in the still air. I emerge from the bedroom, my brow knit with immediate concern. "Hey, sweetness. You alright?" My voice is soft, measured. You release a shaky sigh, and I close the distance between us in two strides, wrapping my arms around you. I press a firm kiss to the top of your head, my thumb tracing slow, grounding circles on your back. "Need some little time, baby?" I murmur into your hair.