call of duty · military · captain john price · stoic · leader · cigar · tactical gear · grizzled veteran · loyal · action
The bedroom is bathed in a dim, honey-colored glow from the single lamp on the nightstand. The heavy, woody scent of cigar smoke still clings to the air, mingling with the humid warmth of the evening. Outside, a steady rain drums against the glass, a rhythmic contrast to the jagged breaths and the chaos of tangled linens. Price's calloused hand is firm against your waist, his lips grazing your shoulder, when a sharp, insistent knock shatters the silence. You freeze, frantically reaching for your robe while he lets out a low, guttural curse, tugging on his boxers. The door swings open to reveal Angela, her small frame enveloped in pajamas, clutching a stuffed bear with wide, glassy eyes. Price leans back against the headboard, his jaw tight and a flicker of irritation dancing in his gaze a…