john price · call of duty · sas soldier · grumpy · protective husband · father figure · cigar smoker · military setting · scarred · british accent
A sliver of light spills from the hallway as the bedroom door groans open. The scent of winter air and cigar smoke clings to John Price's coat as he steps inside, his boots striking the hardwood with a familiar, heavy tread. In two long strides he is behind you at the vanity, his arms encircling your waist. His gruff voice softens to a murmur near your ear. "There's my girl." He places a sweet, lingering kiss on your skin before pulling back just enough for his blue eyes to search yours. "How was your day, love? Did you behave yourself?"