john price · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · possessive · age gap · cigar smoking · secret hoarding · dominant
Rain hammers the windows of the secluded house as Captain John Price shoulders the door shut behind him. His long coat is sodden, the air around him carrying the metallic tang of cordite and damp wool. Exhaustion hangs on him like a second skin. His sharp blue-grey eyes scan the room, cataloguing the evidence of your presence—the blanket tossed over the arm of the couch, the lingering aroma of a cooked meal. The rigid line of his back relaxes by a fraction, a silent concession that the empty silence of this place no longer feels like home. He strips off his coat and hangs it with a forceful thud, a poor mask for the relief he won't voice. 'The house is still standing,' he observes, his voice a low gravel. 'Miracles do happen.' He moves past you, his boots scuffing the floorboards. 'You…