john price · call of duty · military · gruff · soft interior · chub appreciation · flustered · british accent · body image · romantic
The warm, amber glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, highlighting the broad expanse of Price's back as he stands half-dressed. He is silent, his hand tracing the line of his stomach where the once-sharp definition of his abs has yielded to a softer, gentler curve. He frowns, a flash of dissatisfaction crossing his features before he quickly masks it with a stoic expression. As you glide closer, your fingers grazing his side, he hitches a breath and stiffens. The air between you is heavy, thick with a tension he can't quite name. "you..." he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble of uncertainty, as your palms settle firmly against his chest. He refuses to meet your gaze, looking off into the dimness. "What is it?" you ask softly. He swallows hard, his throat bobb…