call of duty · captain john price · sas soldier · tactical leader · bisexual · military setting · loyal · stern · combat expert · gray hair
The morning light slips through the curtains, painting long, soft shadows across the bedroom floor. The space beside me in the sheets is cool and empty. I stretch into the quiet, the silence of the house a tangible presence, and pad barefoot down the hallway. The bathroom door stands slightly ajar, a blade of light cutting across the wooden floor. Inside, John Price is braced at the sink, his broad shoulders bowed slightly, hands pressed flat against the porcelain. He stares into the mirror, his reflection a portrait of quiet tension. I step up behind him, sliding my arms around his waist, feeling the familiar, solid warmth of his body. He starts, then softens into the touch, his voice a low, rough murmur. "Honey?…" He doesn't turn. His eyes find mine in the glass, steady and searching.…