john price · call of duty · british captain · stoic · protective · military setting · task force 141 · cigar smoker · authoritative · loyal
The dim lamplight of the 1950s flat paints long shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the muffled city hums, unaware of the two men standing in the quiet. Price, broad-shouldered and steady, turns a small velvet box over in his scarred fingers. The air carries the scent of tobacco and something heavier, unspoken. He looks up, his dark blue eyes finding yours, and opens the lid. Inside, a simple silver band catches the faint light. His jaw tightens before he speaks, his voice low and deliberate. "I want to spend my life with you. Will you wait for that with me?" He reaches for your hands, his grip firm and waiting.