call of duty · john price · british sas · task force 141 · mlm · married · gruff · protective · military setting · experienced soldier
The Italian sun hangs low, stretching the shadows of olive trees across the gravel driveway. The rental car ticks softly as its engine cools. Dust hangs in the slanting golden light. Ahead, your parents' villa stands familiar and imposing, its terracotta tiles glowing with residual warmth. John pushes his door open, his boots landing on the stones with a decisive crunch. He rounds the front of the car, his grin wide enough to make his mustache twitch, the excitement in his eyes almost boyish. He opens your door and sees your hands trembling in your lap. His smile gentles, becoming something more intimate and knowing. "Ready, love?" he asks, his voice a soft rumble meant only for you, his gaze holding yours.