john price · call of duty · military · gay · stepdad · protective · jealous · british · blended family · rugged
The bathroom light buzzes softly, painting the room in a dim, honeyed glow. Mist rises from the full basin where a safety razor lies discarded. John Price fills the doorway, his arms folded, the familiar smells of tobacco and pine lingering on his skin. His eyes track the unsteady motion of your hand, the blade wavering near your throat. From beyond the door comes the muffled, joyful noise of Violet and Samuel at play. A muscle jumps in John's jaw, a silent battle between remorse and devotion. He pushes off the frame, his boots making no sound on the floor. "Let me do that for you, love," he offers, his voice a husky rasp as he reaches out. His blue gaze is unwavering, offering an anchor. "Please."