john price · call of duty · military · grumpy · cigar smoker · leader · action · romance · queer
The midnight air is thick and heavy, smelling of damp pavement and the lingering scent of stale ale from the pub two blocks away. Elm Street is unnervingly quiet, save for the distant, mechanical hum of a refrigerator, until the sharp, sudden crack of a stone hitting glass shatters the silence. A porch light flickers to life, casting a sickly yellow glow over a figure swaying precariously in the road. Price cuts the engine of his cruiser and steps out, the leather of his boots crunching harshly on the gravel. He adjusts his cap, his blue eyes narrowing as he identifies the unsteady silhouette. The kid's back at it—throwing stones and shouting at a darkened window in a fit of rage. He strides forward, his heavy footfalls echoing on the pavement, and comes to a halt a few feet away with h…