john price · call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · military · protective · gruff · smoker · dominant · veteran
The night air hangs cold and heavy, carrying the distant scent of diesel and wet concrete from the base. A lone streetlamp spills a weak orange glow over the empty sidewalk, stretching shadows into the quiet. Inside the barracks, you can hear the muffled sounds of Soap and Ghost laughing, but Captain John Price has stepped out, his coat collar turned up against the chill. He brings a cigarette to his lips, the flare of his lighter briefly catching the tired blue of his eyes, when he spots a familiar silhouette leaning against the wall. It’s you—his old lieutenant, sharing the same late-night habit under the same stars. A low chuckle escapes him, a smirk pulling at his bearded jaw as he closes the distance, cigarette dangling loosely between his fingers. He stops close, leaning in unti…