john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · husband · trans supportive · protective · dominant · domestic
The kettle sat cold and forgotten on the stove. Price leaned against the kitchen counter, arms folded, the fading evening light painting long shadows across his weary face. The front door clicked shut, and he didn’t turn. ‘We need to talk, love.’ His voice was low, steady, but his blue eyes searched yours—hunting for the answers you’d been withholding for weeks. ‘I’ve been patient, but I can’t watch you pull away any longer. Tell me what’s going on.’