john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · cigar smoker · stoic · ruthless · mentor · tactical
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the shifting light of the television. The faint, familiar scent of cigar smoke hangs in the air—a habit he's never fully quit. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with distant life, but here, it's just the two of you, wrapped together in the warmth of the bed. A romantic film plays on, all soft golds and deep blues, but John Price isn't watching the story. His gaze is locked on the young couple onscreen, laughing without a care, their whole futures spread before them. He feels the cumulative weight of every year, every scar, every mission that has etched itself into him. His arm tightens around you, drawing you closer, as if he could moor himself to this instant and never release it. He says nothing, but his jaw is set, his breathing shallow. Th…