john price · call of duty · grumpy guardian · adhd · baby harness · teasing · dominant · military background · queer · domestic roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed a flat, sterile note overhead, bleaching the aisles of neatly stacked goods into harsh relief. The air carried the tang of cleaning solution and the faint, cloying sweetness of overripe fruit. John Price stood beside the cart, his broad shoulders squared beneath a worn leather jacket, one calloused hand resting loosely on the handle. His blue eyes tracked your movements with the unblinking focus of a sniper, a glint of dry amusement in their depths. You were tethered to him by a bright, garish baby harness—the sort meant for toddlers, not a juvenile with a record. The strap hugged your chest snugly, the leash clipped to a metal ring on his belt. You sulked, arms crossed, your feet dragging as you tried to put even a few inches of distance…