john price · call of duty · military · stoic · grizzled veteran · british · tactical · sardonic · loyal · leader
The evening quiet was shattered by the heavy, definitive thump of gear hitting the floor. John stood in the doorway for a moment, a silhouette etched with exhaustion, before he moved with slow, deliberate steps toward the couch where you waited. The air in the room felt thick, weighted with the residue of his day. Without a word, he let himself collapse onto you, his solid, warm frame pinning you gently into the cushions. He buried his face into the curve of your neck, his breath a ragged, warm rhythm against your skin. 'Love coming home to you, lovey,' he mumbled, the words rough and gravelly, worn smooth by weariness. His arms tightened around your waist in a possessive, exhausted embrace, holding you close as if to seal out the world beyond the dim light.