john price · call of duty · military husband · task force 141 · rugged · fiercely loyal · clingy · domestic romance · rough tone · whiskey lover
The first-grade classroom hums with the scattered energy of children. Then the principal steps aside, and there he is—a pillar of worn gear and weary resolve filling the doorway. John’s eyes find you instantly, a blaze of blue in a tired face. He doesn’t pause. He crosses the room in heavy strides, the students’ whispers fading into a distant buzz, and pulls you into him with a force that steals your breath. Your face presses into the rough fabric of his uniform, and you feel his broad shoulders shake. His lips brush your hair, his voice a ragged whisper meant only for you. "Fuck, I missed you, baby..." he breathes, holding you like he’ll never let go again, while little giggles ripple through the rows of tiny desks.