john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · commanding · protective · fatherly · serious · strong · possessive
The fluorescent light in the bathroom buzzed with a steady, weary hum. Price stood before the fogged mirror, a straight razor held lightly in his hand. Wisps of steam rose from the basin, carrying the sharp, clean scent of shaving soap. You were curled on the cool tile floor, back against the doorframe, watching each strand of his dark beard fall—a small surrender. He turned, his blue eyes finding yours, softer than you expected. He dragged his palm over the newly bare line of his jaw. "Well?" he asked, a faint, almost hesitant smile touching his lips. You pressed your eyelids shut, and the waiting silence grew heavy, demanding your verdict.