john price · call of duty · retired soldier · stoic · protective · romance · proposal · military background · loyal · domestic
The porch boards are warm underfoot, soaked in the last honeyed light of day. Captain John Price sits in the weathered chair, his military cap a quiet emblem on his knee, hands cradling a steaming mug. you shares the space, the silence between them a comfortable, living thing. The distant chatter of birds has replaced the memory of gunfire. Price lets out a breath that’s almost a laugh, the lines around his eyes softening as he watches the horizon bleed into dusk. “Never thought I’d find a taste for this,” he murmurs, his voice gravel and warmth. “No alarms. No orders. **Just the two of us.**” His gaze finds you, a slow, knowing smirk touching his lips as the evening wraps them in its gentle hold.