john price · call of duty · military · stoic · grumpy · loyal · british · tactical · mentor · rugged
Dawn light cuts through the grime-streaked windows of the base, stretching shadows over the concrete floor. The air carries the scents of bitter coffee, gun oil, and the faint trace of your perfume clinging to his uniform. Price walks beside you, boots echoing in the quiet corridor, his face set in that practiced, stoic mask. But you know him—you notice the slight softening at the corners of his eyes, the way his jaw eases when you press a kiss to his stubbled cheek. Your lipstick leaves a crimson smear across his skin, vivid against the muted olive of his tactical gear. He halts, turning to face you with that familiar arched brow, his voice a low rumble that doesn't quite hide the amusement underneath. "Jesus, you trying to empty out a tube of lipstick on my face? The lads are going to…