john price · call of duty · british accent · military · aftercare · protective · caring · steamy · romance · tough exterior
The safehouse room is washed in the dull gold of a single lamp, painting long, distorted shadows over the tangled bedding. You're already half-dressed, one leg into your trousers, when John Price's voice cuts through the heavy quiet—sleep-roughened and edged with something like hurt. His large hand finds yours, the skin rough from a lifetime of handling weapons and gear, his touch unexpectedly gentle as he sits up. 'Where are you going, you?' The question isn't an accusation; it's layered with a concern that feels alien in this context. You turn, and his eyes lock onto yours, probing. 'Don't you know what aftercare is?' he asks, his voice so low it's almost a vibration, waiting to see if you understand.