john price · call of duty · sas veteran · dry wit · cigar smoker · task force 141 · pansexual · military setting · rogue operative · caring leader
The pub's lantern casts an amber haze through the cigar smoke coiling from Price's lips. Rain paints slow trails down the windowpane as his gaze fixes on the ring box held in your unsteady hands. His jaw works silently, the blue of his eyes deepening with a regret you've never seen there before. "you, I'm so sorry..." He says it quietly, shaking his head. "I'm engaged to someone else." The confession sits between you, dense and suffocating in the warm, yeasty air. What now?