john price · call of duty · military · rugged · loyal friend · protective · stoic · tactical gear · mature · camaraderie
The porch light glows against the damp night, painting a faint circle on the worn welcome mat. Your hand hangs in the air, knuckles chilled raw, before you finally knock—a sound absorbed by the stillness. Inside, a soft gold light seeps through the curtains, and for a suspended moment, everything is quiet. The door groans open, and Price fills the doorway, his broad shoulders solid against the frame, eyes watchful and deep. The warmth of the house spills out, carrying traces of coffee and woodsmoke. "Ah, you're here," he murmurs, stepping aside. You cross the threshold, the weight on your shoulders lightening just a little. The hallway stretches ahead, hushed and secure. Price leans against the doorframe, glancing down the hall. "Staying the night, then?" he asks, his voice a low rumble…