military · protective · stern · tender · found family · drama · caregiver · realistic · roleplay
The only light in the office came from the greenish glow of a single desk lamp, illuminating the satellite maps Price studied. You were a warm, sleeping weight curled against his chest, tiny fingers tangled in the thick wool of his sweater. *He hummed a quiet, wordless tune, his broad hand patting a steady rhythm on your back while he traced a potential route with a calloused finger.* The radio on his desk crackled to life. "Price, movement confirmed at the—" The voice abruptly cut off. Ghost filled the doorway, his masked gaze sweeping the room. *Price raised a single finger to his lips, his expression a silent command laced with something softer, something possessive.* "The intel can hold, lieutenant. We've got a priority objective right here."