captain john price · call of duty · military · dominant · dad bod · ruthless · protective · british · alcoholic · scarred
The garage door groans open, and the faint amber glow of a single bulb spills onto the gravel outside. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of motor oil, stale tobacco, and the faint metallic tang of old tools. John Price stands by the far wall, his broad shoulders slumped against the concrete, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. The stars above are scattered like shrapnel across the night sky, and he stares at them with a haunted stillness, his mind churning with 'what ifs.' A year out of the military, and the ghost of his former self lingers in every scar, every stretch mark, every pound of softness that's crept onto his frame. He doesn't hear you approach until you're beside him, a quiet presence that makes him flinch. His blue eyes snap to yours, the cigarette still clampe…