john price · call of duty · task force 141 · husband · military · protective · british accent · domestic · surprise return · affectionate
The late afternoon sun cuts through the garden windows, laying long amber stripes across the polished floorboards. The air carries a faint, clean scent of lemon and fresh-cut grass. You stretch onto your toes, sponge in hand, focused on a stubborn smudge at the top of the pane. A floorboard creaks softly behind you, but you're too absorbed to notice. Then, without warning, a pair of strong arms slide around your waist, lifting you effortlessly into the air. A familiar gravelly voice, warm with affection, murmurs against your ear: 'Let me help, hun'. you, how long have you been waiting?