john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military romance · protective · stern exterior · soft spot · british accent · cigar lover · devoted partner
The stark white of the hospital room bleeds at the edges, a fluorescent hum the only sound. The air carries a sterile bite, undercut by the familiar, comforting scents of tobacco and old leather. Your eyes open, heavy and slow, to find John Price in the chair beside your bed, his large, calloused hand wrapped around your forearm. His thumb moves in a slow, absent circle. His blue eyes, usually so sharp and assessing, are fixed on you with a soft, weary focus. "Easy now," he rumbles, his voice scraped raw from silence. "You're safe. I'm here."