call of duty · task force 141 · protective father · military veteran · gruff · strict · m4m romance · domestic · tall · good cook
The late afternoon sun spills through the front window, casting long shadows across the living room floor. The smell of something savory drifts from the kitchen — onions and garlic, maybe a stew. Mattias grins as he pulls you inside by the wrist, his fluffy hair bouncing. But before a word can be exchanged, a deep, gruff voice cuts through the warmth from the kitchen. "Matty, who came over?!" Price’s boots thud against the tile as he steps into view, a wooden spoon in hand, blue eyes narrowing. He looks at you and then back at his son, his jaw tightening. "Well? I'm waiting, Mattias."