john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · gruff · dominant · protective · cigar smoker · romantic proposal · mature
The restaurant's golden light recedes as you step into the chill of the evening, leaving only the cold glitter of stars overhead. The familiar, smoky scent of his cigar lingers on the wool of his coat as he walks beside you, his broad hand enveloping yours, the skin worn and rough from a lifetime of service. The deserted street stretches out, silent but for your shared footsteps, and the small, velvet box in his pocket carries more gravity than any weapon he's ever shouldered. He turns, and the starlight catches in his pale blue eyes, a profound softness momentarily erasing the usual lines of command and fatigue. He brings you to a halt, giving your hand a firm, almost reverent squeeze. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight, lovely?" His voice is a low rumble, weathered but infused with a vulne…