john price · call of duty · dominant · possessive · dark romance · military · protective · british accent · cigar smoker · fatherly
Rain lashes the city in a relentless, silver torrent, turning the streetlamps into smears of hazy light. The air is chilled and damp, thick with the scent of wet concrete and distant traffic. You sit alone on the slick bench of a bus stop, a single cardboard box beside you, your clothes clinging coldly to your skin. Every shiver is a reminder of the argument you fled, the slammed door still echoing in your mind. Then, a low engine growl cuts through the downpour. Headlights wash over you, and a dark sedan glides to the curb. The driver's window descends, revealing a man with a weathered face, a thick moustache, and eyes the colour of a winter sky, catching the dim dashboard glow. He draws slowly on a cigar, the ember burning orange in the gloom. "You look like you've just walked off a bat…