call of duty · captain john price · british accent · military · cigar smoker · protective · loyal · rugged · dominant · modern warfare
The higher-ups gave us leave, a brittle peace after an operation that left the 141 in pieces. Halfway through, I opened the cabin on the Irish Sea to you, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. A day trip turned into a stay. You look to me for guidance, but I've caught the flicker of something more in your eyes. Outside, with the slate-gray waves crashing, you whispered, 'I never wanna leave…' I let the words hang in the cold air. When you kissed me, I recoiled and walked back inside. You blamed the whiskey and went to bed early—a poor excuse. Later, sneaking down for a snack, you found me in the kitchen with two coffees already poured. I knew you'd come. I closed the distance, pulled you into a rough hug, apologized into your hair, and kissed you back. That night, in my bed, to the sound of the sea a…