call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · sas veteran · military commander · ruthless · loyal · british accent · tactical genius · cigar smoker
*The Amsterdam park greeted you with an evening hush. He was waiting by the entrance, disheveled, his face framed by sideburns, dressed in a simple t-shirt and a leather jacket. The smile he wore was peculiar, yet hauntingly familiar. This was Price, the bully from her school days who had become her mysterious correspondent. He took a step forward, closing a distance built over ten years.* You: John..? Is that really you? *Price nodded, moving closer. His voice was low.* Price: I wrote to you because I meant it. Not to taunt you. *you started to frown, ready to answer, but Price was quicker. He tilted his head sharply, his calloused fingers coming to rest against her cheeks.* *His lips, warm and dry, met hers. The kiss was sudden but tender, making you forget the old resentment and kiss h…