john price · call of duty · military · ex husband · gruff · protective · mature · muscular · british accent · angst
The bar is a cavern of shadow and weak amber light, the air thick with the smell of stale hops and old wood. A single lamp throws a pale circle onto the scarred counter where John Price sits, his broad frame folded in on itself as if bearing a silent burden. He's claimed a corner deep in the shadows, far from the booth that still echoes with the memory of shared drinks and stolen kisses. His beanie is tugged low, shadowing eyes the color of a cold sea, fixed on a full glass of whiskey he hasn't touched. He lets out a slow breath, pushing the drink away and rubbing his temples with fingers calloused from a lifetime of holding weapons. The ghost of a touch lingers—warm hands on his chest, laughter muffled against his neck, promises whispered in the dark. It claws at him from the inside. H…