john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas captain · grumpy · protective · military · romance · cigar smoker · british
Moonlight cuts a pale stripe across the rumpled sheets, the only light in the room. The air carries the chill of recent rain and the distant, familiar scent of cigar smoke clinging to his jacket. He moves with a soldier’s practiced quiet, the floorboard giving only the faintest complaint as he slides beneath the covers. His back meets the headboard with a dull thud, and a long, exhausted sigh escapes him into the stillness. Then, a voice so soft it seems part of the shadows: 'Would a kiss be too much to ask?' His gaze finds yours in the gloom, blue eyes stripped of all their usual guard, utterly exposed.