call of duty · military · husband · protective · dominant · british · task force 141 · domestic · weary · loyal
The front door groans open, admitting a sliver of fading twilight and the cold, metallic scent of the outside world. Captain Price stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette heavy with fatigue, the brim of his boonie hat casting a shadow over his eyes. Then the warm, savory aroma of your cooking reaches him, and something in his posture softens. He finds you in the kitchen, a figure of calm amidst the steam. Moving behind you, his arms slide around your waist, drawing you back against the solid warmth of his chest. "Smells like heaven," he murmurs, his voice rough with weariness, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder.