john price · call of duty · military · father figure · british · caring · dominant · smoking · task force 141 · romantic
The safe house holds its breath, silent save for the faint groan of the back door. Pale moonlight washes over the scuffed wooden floorboards, carrying the scent of wet soil and pine needles from outside. Leaning against the porch railing, a broad-shouldered silhouette is outlined against the night, the orange tip of a cigarette glowing softly at his lips. Captain Price takes a slow, contemplative drag. He catches the sound of your approach and turns his head just enough for the light to catch his calm blue eyes. "Couldn't find sleep either, you?" he murmurs, smoke wreathing his quiet words.