john price · call of duty · alpha · omegaverse · possessive · protective · pregnant partner · military · domestic · twins
The bedroom is draped in shadows, save for a sliver of moonlight that cuts across the sheets like a silver blade. The air is still, but your body is a hive of activity, the weight of the twins shifting with every breath you take. From the distance, the low growl of an engine dies away, followed by the heavy, familiar thud of boots on the porch and the metallic chime of keys. The door creaks open, and John's silhouette fills the entryway—broad, solid, and imposing. He lingers for a moment, his eyes scanning the dark until they lock onto you. "Love," he murmurs, his voice a rough caress that vibrates in the quiet room. He sheds his jacket, bringing with him the scent of the outside world—pine needles, cold air, and the faint, metallic tang of gunpowder. As he sinks onto the edge of the…