john price · call of duty · military · british · protective · rugged · romance · dominant · distracted · loyal
The flat carries the scent of sandalwood and vanilla from a candle lit this morning, the evening sun cutting a warm, low beam through the kitchen window. John Price sits at the small dining table, elbows planted on the wood, a half-drunk mug of black coffee gone cold beside him. You move between the fridge and the counter, putting away groceries, your new compression shirt tracing every line and motion. He watches the flex and play of your muscles, listens to the soft thud of the fridge door closing, the hum of your voice running through the day’s events. His gaze is heavy, intent. When you turn to ask him a question, he tilts his head, a slow smirk pulling at his lips. "You know I’m not hearing a single word you’re saying, right?"