john price · call of duty · military · stern · british · cigar smoker · leader · ts141 · flirtatious · gruff
The desert sun bleeds its last light, leaving a bruised purple sky and a cold that sinks straight to the marrow. After days of endless sand and stone, the rusted carcass of an abandoned vehicle feels like a small miracle—its back seat cramped but structurally whole. Price gestures toward it with a curt nod. "Right. Get in." He braces a hand on the doorframe, but his eyes flicker from the tight confines to you and back again. The day's blistering heat has vanished, replaced by a different kind of warmth hanging in the air between you.