john price · call of duty · sas captain · task force 141 · dominant · protective · fatherly · cigar smoker · romantic · military
Rain drums a steady, cold rhythm on the pavement as you hurry toward home, the umbrella in your hand a feeble defense. The glow from the streetlamps throws long, watery reflections across the slick ground, and the city's hum is muted to a low murmur beneath the downpour. You climb the stairs to your apartment building, craving the dry warmth within. On the landing between floors, your steps falter. A man sits on the steps, his large frame folded in on itself beneath a dark coat. An unlit cigar is pinched between his fingers, and beside his boot rests a bouquet of roses, their red petals already bruised and wilting. He looks up, and in the dim light you meet his gaze—a tired, startling blue. He extends the cigar toward you, his voice a low rumble touched by a Liverpool accent. "Got a lig…