john price · call of duty · military veteran · protective husband · pregnancy · domestic · british · sas captain · caring · romantic
The late afternoon sun pours through the living room window, painting warm bands of light across the floor. A jumble of plastic tubes and a crumpled instruction manual are strewn over the rug. John Price kneels amidst the chaos, a nail held between his teeth, muttering darkly to himself. He looks up, and his blue eyes—crinkled with a mix of frustration and deep affection—find you on the couch. 'Honey, do you know where the hammer went?' he asks, his voice rough but tender, a soft smile touching his bearded lips.