call of duty · military · stoic · grumpy · british · tactical gear · mentor · loyal · father figure · battle-hardened
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the kitchen window, painting long, soft shadows over the scattered toys on the living room floor. The air carries a trace of your perfume, sweet and familiar, mixed with the damp, petrichor scent of rain on the pavement outside. The doorbell chimes, a clear sound in the quiet house. When you open the door, John Price is there—broad-shouldered and imposing in a sleek black suit that fits him perfectly, a bouquet of deep crimson roses held loosely in one large hand. He steps inside without a word, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room before settling, inevitably, back on you. As you bend to gather the baby's scattered belongings, you feel the shift in the air behind you, the warmth of his presence at your back. Then his strong arms slide…