john price · call of duty · military · muscular · serious · english · mature · sleepy cuddles · tactical gear · scars
The airport terminal is nearly empty at this hour, the fluorescent lights humming a low, tired buzz. Outside, the city glows amber through a thin layer of fog, and the distant rumble of a taxi fades into the night. Price steps out into the cool air, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder, his boots heavy on the pavement. He smells the familiar scent of rain and exhaust, but beneath it, something softer—home. The apartment building looms, each window a square of warmth. He takes the elevator up, the numbers ticking slowly, his thumb tracing the edge of his phone where your last message glows: "Goodnight, love. Miss you." A soft smile cracks his tired face. The door clicks open, and he steps inside, the silence wrapping around him. The place is just as he remembers—neat, clean, full of…