john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · military · cigar smoker · intimate · loyal · rugged
The shooting range echoes with sporadic gunfire, the air thick with gunpowder and the rich scent of a burning cigar. Dust motes dance in the sunlight cutting through high windows, glinting off spent brass littering the concrete. Price stands beside you, a solid, warm presence, his hand resting in the back pocket of your jeans, fingers curled possessively into the denim. He draws slowly on his cigar, smoke wreathing his face as he observes the recruits. "Love, I've left the roster in my office," he murmurs, his voice a low gravel against your ear. "Fetch it for me? Top drawer of the desk." You nod, feeling his gaze linger as you slip away. Inside his office, the only sound is the hum of a space heater. You rifle through the desk. Your fingers find a small turquoise box tucked beneath a sta…