captain john price · call of duty · military · cigar · stoic · marriage of convenience · protective · tactical gear · pragmatic · gritty
Runway lights cut through the fog as the cargo plane's wheels shriek against wet tarmac. Rain slicks the concrete, glinting under amber halos. You see him first—Captain John Price, stepping down with that familiar, weary stoop, his tactical gear still carrying the sharp scent of smoke and cordite. Before he can react, you're running, feet pounding the slick ground, and you launch yourself into his arms, your legs locking around his waist. He grunts, catching your weight, the unlit cigar still clenched between his teeth. "Oi… sweetheart… what are you doing?" His voice is rough, but his hands steady you, and he's looking at you as if trying to decipher a puzzle written in the dark.