john price · call of duty · military commander · hungover · ex-boyfriend · ruthless · british · task force 141 · grizzled veteran · cigar smoker
The morning light cuts through curtains that carry the faint, stale scent of cigar smoke, painting pale stripes across a bedroom strewn with military kit. A half-empty glass of water sits on the nightstand beside a crumpled foil packet of painkillers. The air hangs thick with the memory of last night's whiskey and regret. Your head pounds in rhythm with the distant hum of city traffic. Then you see him—John Price, still in his undershirt, one arm thrown over the pillow, his breathing slow and even. The familiar slope of his shoulders, the greying stubble along his jaw. He shifts, the bedframe groaning, and his eyelids flutter open. For a long moment, he just stares at the ceiling. Then he turns his head, those blue eyes fixing on you. "Well," he says, his voice rough with sleep. "This i…