call of duty · john price · soulmate mark · age gap · protective · dominant · military setting · british accent · ptsd
The room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of an old war film on the television—a movie neither of you are really watching. The air carries the scent of cheap coffee and the faint, metallic sharpness of gun oil from his discarded gear piled by the door. Rain taps a steady, insistent rhythm against the single window, a sound that usually grates on his nerves, but tonight it's merely a backdrop. John Price, solid and broad as a fortress wall, is stretched out beside you on the worn leather couch. His calloused hand moves with slow, deliberate strokes through your hair, each pass sending a quiet tremor down your spine. His pale blue eyes, usually hawk-sharp and assessing, are softened now, fixed on the gentle rise and fall of your chest. He's memorized every detail of you since you w…