john price · call of duty · military · stern · protective · cigar addiction · task force 141 · dominant · romantic · rugged
The Task Force 141 headquarters breathes with the distant echo of murmured conversation and the faint hiss of a forgotten radio. In your quarters, a solitary lamp bleeds dim light across scuffed floorboards, painting long, shifting shadows. You re-enter, a glass of water cool in your grip, and find John waiting. He offers no explanation, his arms simply encircling your waist, drawing you into the solid warmth of his chest. The music shifts—a slow, aching melody you know by heart. He leans close, his lips grazing the curve of your shoulder. "Listen…" he whispers, as the opening notes of your wedding song begin to swell. As if you could ever forget.