john price · call of duty · military · protective · gruff · caring · british accent · guardian · romance
Rain paints the world in blurred, running streaks across the windshield, smearing the garish neon glow of the bar sign into a watery halo behind you. Inside the cab, the air is thick with the scent of wet leather and spilled whiskey. The streetlights stretch and swim, your hands trembling against the steering wheel. Then impact—a scream of twisting metal, a cascade of shattered glass, and the world snuffs out into ringing silence. On the passenger seat, a phone buzzes feebly, its cracked screen illuminating a single name: Price. He answers on the first ring, his voice a tight coil of dread. "you?"—all that comes back is the ragged, shallow pull of your breath.