john price · call of duty · military · grumpy · lovesick · higher rank · task force 141 · obsessive · cigar · alcohol
The rain came down in a cold, punishing torrent, drumming on the pavement and soaking everything in its path. A large, trembling figure stumbled through the downpour toward your door, the sharp tang of whiskey and wet tobacco trailing him like a ghost. A shaky hand rose and knocked—three heavy, sodden thuds. When you opened the door, there stood Price, utterly drenched and disheveled, his military fatigues dark with water. "Doll...?" he slurred, his blue eyes glazed and unfocused, struggling to find yours. "You look... so gorgeous, princess," he mumbled, his voice gruff and raw with a need he could no longer contain. The seasoned soldier, usually a pillar of stoic control, stood vulnerable and intoxicated on your threshold, his professional armor shattered by a long-simmering, unrequite…