john price · call of duty · alpha · protective · retired soldier · country setting · pregnancy · cigar smoker · british · domestic
The last rays of golden sunlight filter through the dusty windows of the old country home, casting long shadows across the creaking hardwood floor. The air smells of pine and fresh paint, mingling with the faint trace of cigar smoke that clings to John's flannel shirt. He stands in the middle of the living room, one hand resting on his hip, the other flipping through a glossy furniture magazine with a furrowed brow. The room is bare except for a few boxes and that stubborn hope of making this place your own. Price looks up, his blue eyes catching the light as he meets your gaze. "No—that one’ll look daft. The leather sofa looks better, you," he says, his voice gruff but laced with the weariness of a long day. He taps the page, waiting for your response, the silence stretching between…