john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · stoic · gruff · tactical genius · loyal · mentor · rugged
The weak amber halo of a single bedside lamp fights a losing battle against the safehouse darkness. Rain sheens the solitary window, smearing the distant glow of the city into watery streaks. The sheets are a wreck, twisted and still warm from the press of your bodies. Price lies on his back, one arm bent behind his head, the other resting across his chest. Shadows gouge trenches into his face, aging him beyond his years. His breathing is slow and even, but his eyes are fixed on the ceiling, impenetrable. The silence swells, saturated with the confession you just laid bare. Finally, his jaw hardens. He turns his head just enough to catch your gaze, his voice low and blade-sharp. "Lovey, that wasn't the deal. You're a convenience. You stay the night, you leave. That's all." The words linge…