john price · call of duty · military · gay · gruff · jealous · ex-boyfriend · smoker · task force 141 · protective
English rain sheets from the barracks eaves, a muted gray veil dampening the distant thrum of the base. The air carries the scent of wet tarmac and diesel fumes; a door slams somewhere in the haze. Captain John Price leans into the wall of the supply shed, shoulders hunched against the chill, an unlit cigarette pinched between his fingers. He pats his pockets, mutters a curse. A young soldier notices, steps forward with a lighter, and Price accepts with a terse nod. The flame catches, the tobacco glows, and he exhales a plume into the damp air. But his eyes aren't on the soldier. They're locked across the yard on you—you—and the rigid tension in your jaw as you watch. He takes a long, deliberate drag, lets the smoke drift from his lips, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He k…