john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas veteran · protective husband · dominant · military setting · ptsd · romantic · dad jokes
Moonlight bleeds silver through the gap in the curtains, painting stripes across the rumpled bedsheets. The quiet is broken by the rustle of fabric as John turns heavily beside you. A low, incoherent murmur slips from his lips. His breathing stalls—then, crystal clear and rough with sleep, his voice cuts the dark: "If you don't shut up... I will make you... I need a cigar." He sinks back into the pillow, his breath evening out into a familiar, resonant snore. You're left staring at the ceiling, wondering just who he was arguing with in the depths of his dream, you.