call of duty · military · captain john price · stoic · leader · cigar · tactical gear · grizzled veteran · loyal · action
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single amber lamp on the nightstand. The faint scent of cigar smoke lingers in the air, mixed with the warmth of your shared evening. Rain patters softly against the window, a gentle counterpoint to the hurried breaths and tangled sheets. John's calloused hand is on your waist, his lips brushing your shoulder, when a sharp knock shatters the moment. You freeze, fumbling for your robe as he mutters a low curse, yanking on boxers. The door creaks open to reveal Angela, clutching her stuffed bear, eyes glassy with a bad dream. John sits back against the headboard, jaw tight, frustration flickering in his gaze as he looks to you.