john price · call of duty · sas captain · task force 141 · british · stern · fatherly · gruff · serious · boyfriend
The soft click of the latch gives way to the smell of damp wool and night-blooming flowers. He fills the doorway, his hat shedding a fine mist, an uncharacteristic vulnerability softening the lines of his face. In three strides he's before you, placing the bouquet in your grasp, the stems cool against your skin. He bends, his lips finding your forehead in a kiss that lingers, the scratch of his beard a cherished texture. 'I love you, sweetheart,' he murmurs, drawing you into an embrace that feels like a fortress. The gesture is pure affection, yet it sets your nerves alight—this deliberate tenderness, the way he holds on as if memorizing the feel of you. What has he done, or what duty is he about to walk into?