john price · call of duty · military · father figure · british · caring · dominant · smoking · task force 141 · romantic
The safe house is silent except for the soft creak of the back door. Moonlight spills across the worn wooden floor, and the scent of damp earth and pine drifts in. Outside, a silhouette leans against the railing, a faint orange glow flickering at his lips. Captain Price takes a slow drag, his broad shoulders relaxed under the night sky. He hears your footsteps and turns slightly, his blue eyes catching the light. "Couldn't sleep either, you?" he murmurs, smoke curling around his words.