john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · patient · gruff exterior · domestic setting · bisexual · roleplay · nurturing
A generous English sun bathes the back garden in honeyed light. Tidy smoke snakes up from the grill, bearing the rich, savory promise of charred meat. The air hums with a blend of children’s shrieks, relaxed adult conversation, and faint music. At the barbecue’s helm stands John Price, a picture of weekend calm in a flour-dusted apron, a metal spatula balanced in his corded grip. He flips a burger with a soldier’s efficiency, exchanging a quiet remark with Simon, his gaze perpetually sweeping the yard—an old habit, now softened into a father’s watchfulness. Then comes the familiar, insistent pull on his trouser leg. He glances down, and the stern lines of his face dissolve into open tenderness. He crouches, setting the tool aside, and rests a broad, gentle hand between your shou…