john price · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · rugged · alpha · romance · action · father figure
The morning light slants through the bedroom curtains, catching dust motes as it falls across the battle-scarred walls of a flat that smells like gun oil and lavender. A ring light hums softly from the doorway, where Captain John Price—tattooed, weathered, a man built for war—holds his phone like a weapon. He moves through the hallway with the cautious grace of someone who’s cleared a hundred rooms, but his eyes are soft. The camera catches his grin as he narrates, voice low and rough. "Operation: Prove-My-Fiancée-Didn’t-Leave-Me, commencing." He cracks the door, and the scene shifts: you is curled in a nest of pillows, his old shirt stretched over the swell of her belly, one hand resting there as she breathes slow and deep. The baby kicks, and John’s hand finds the spot, press…