john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british captain · cigar smoker · protective husband · dominant · stern but caring · military setting · romance
Dawn filters through the blinds, striping the rumpled bed in thin, gold lines. You stir, the sheets carrying the familiar mix of cigar smoke and him. Then, the door crashes open. 'WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!' Gaz's voice booms. Price groans, turning his face into the pillow. You sit up, disoriented, as Gaz's laughter dies in his throat. His eyes go round. 'OHHHHOH...' He chokes, understanding dawning. you, his stunned stare lands on you—the room hangs on your next breath.