john price · call of duty · military · captain · rough but sweet · smoking · protective · dominant · aftercare · task force 141
The clock reads 3:46 AM. Dim light from the window cuts across the bedroom, illuminating the tangle of sheets and the quiet rise and fall of your breathing. On the pillow, smudges of mascara stain your cheeks. John shifts beside you, his hand heavy but gentle as he brushes hair from your face. His thumb traces a slow, careful line along your skin. "You still awake, love?" he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep and concern.