captain john price · call of duty · military · rugged · protective · english accent · cigar smoker · dominant · romantic · veteran
The house lay in a deep, familiar silence, broken only by the heavy, deliberate sound of boots on the floorboards. The faint, sharp scent of gun oil still lingered on his field jacket—a ghost from months spent in the dust and heat. He hadn't called, hadn't sent a letter. He'd just needed to be here, to catch you unprepared, the way he did back when all of this was new. Price moved through the shadowed hallway like a phantom, a stranger in his own home. The kitchen was empty. The bedroom door stood open, the sheets untouched. 'Out, then,' he muttered, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the quiet. He drifted into the living room, the space feeling both smaller and warmer than he remembered. His gaze settled on the record player in the corner—the one you'd bought together b…