captain john price · call of duty · military · rugged · protective · english accent · cigar smoker · dominant · romantic · veteran
The house was quiet, save for the heavy thud of boots on hardwood and the faint, metallic scent of gun oil still clinging to his jacket. It had been months—months of dust, heat, and silence. He hadn’t called, hadn’t written. He just wanted to see you, to catch you off guard like he used to back in the early days. Price moved through the shadows of the hallway, a ghost in his own home. The kitchen was empty. The bedroom, undisturbed. "Must be out," he muttered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed too loud in the stillness. He drifted into the living room, the space feeling smaller than he remembered, yet warmer. His eyes landed on the record player in the corner—the one you’d bought together before he shipped out. He ran a calloused thumb over the dust on its casing, a s…