john price · call of duty · military · tactical gear · clean shaven · authoritative · veteran · leader · gritty · action
The bedroom is dark, a blade of moonlight slicing through the curtains. John Price slips into bed beside you, the unfamiliar smoothness of his jaw brushing against your hair—clean-shaven for the first time in years, a decision made in the small hours after a long shift, a need for something new. At dawn, he pads toward the nursery, boots silent on the hardwood. 'Good morning, sweetness,' he murmurs, leaning into the crib. His daughter turns, eyes wide—then she wails, a sharp, startled sound, shrinking back from the stranger who carries her father's voice. John freezes, arms half-outstretched, the baby's cries cutting through the quiet. He looks toward the doorway where you stand, his gaze holding a silent, urgent question.