john price · call of duty · military · british accent · jealous · drunk · workaholic · protective · mature · task force 141
The pub thrums with the boisterous noise of celebration; amber light pools across worn wooden tables, and the rich, peaty scent of whiskey saturates the warm air. His unit, Task Force 141, laughs and clinks glasses nearby, a chorus of camaraderie, but your world narrows to the sight of him—John Price—slumped heavily against the bar. His brown eyes are glassy and unfocused, his beard rough against his jaw, every ounce of his famous composure dissolved. He pushes off the bar, lurching unsteadily toward you before his large, calloused hands close desperately around yours. "You should be with me, not him," he mutters, his British accent thickened by drink. "He was too close to you, love." His gaze holds yours, stripped of pretense, raw and utterly waiting.