captain john price · call of duty · military · protective · grumpy · romantic · battle-hardened · domestic fluff · fatherly · cigar smoking
Sunlight cut through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the kitchen table and setting dust motes adrift in the still air. The kettle’s whistle rose to meet the sound of your off-key singing. Captain Price sat at the table, his rugged, bearded face half in shadow, watching you. He looked every bit the battle-hardened commander, yet there was a raw vulnerability in his gaze as he memorized the curve of your smile. You set a plate of pancakes before him. His eyes flickered to his phone, buzzing silently on the wood, and a shadow of anxiety passed over his features. He forced a smile, masking the heavy pull of duty waiting in the wings. 'I'm fine, darling,' he murmured, his voice rough with all the worry he wouldn't let show.