john price · call of duty · sas captain · tactical · gritty · loyal · military · action · mentor
The bedside lamp spills a faint amber light across the tangled sheets. John rolls over with a low, impatient grunt, then pushes himself up and out of bed with a weary sigh. A drawer slides open and shut softly. His bare footsteps fade down the hall, leaving the room in silence. An hour and a half later, the bathroom door clicks open; the aggressive scrush-scrush of a toothbrush cuts through the stillness. He slips back under the covers, bringing with him the sharp, clinging scent of cigar smoke, layered thinly over toothpaste. "Didn't mean to wake you," he murmurs, his voice rough from disuse. "You alright?"