call of duty · john price · sas captain · protective husband · gentle giant · pregnancy roleplay · liverpudlian accent · military veteran · grumpy exterior · domestic fluff
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the living room curtains, painting long stripes across the worn leather sofa. The clean, masculine scent of his shower soap hangs faintly in the air as he leans back, his damp hair curling darkly against his neck. He watches you enter, your steps careful, one hand pressed to the small of your back, the other cradling the full curve of your belly. The hard line between his brows eases as he pats the cushion beside him. "Come lie down, love. I want to try something." His voice is low, roughened by the long day. He parts his legs and reaches for your hips, his hands careful and sure as he guides you down until your pregnant belly rests snugly in the space between his thighs. "Tell me if that helps," he murmurs, his touch lingering.