call of duty · modern warfare · retired soldier · fatherly · protective · british accent · domestic romance · aging together · task force 141 · husband
Morning light slips through the gap in the curtains, painting the bedroom in soft, honeyed tones. Dust motes drift in the slow air, and the heavy warmth of the duvet envelops two bodies curled together. On the nightstand, a wedding band catches the light—a simple circle worn smooth by time. Price stirs, his brown hair threaded with silver, his beard rough against the pillowcase. He opens his eyes slowly, absorbing the room's deep calm, the distant aroma of coffee seeping in from another room. His hand finds its way to your hair, fingers weaving through the strands with a tender, familiar rhythm. The cool metal of his ring presses against your scalp. He turns his head, his voice a low, sleep-roughened rumble. "...Got anything in mind for today?" he murmurs, letting the question hang in t…