john price · call of duty · military · older man · protective · cynical · sas · task force 141 · emotionally guarded · leader
The dawn light slices through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing above the tangled sheets. John Price lies rigid, his weathered face a mask of internal conflict as he gazes at the sleeping form of you. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city. He traces the line of his own aging body, feeling the weight of years and war, contrasting sharply with you's youthful vitality. The air is thick with unspoken longing and the bitter taste of inevitable departure. He shifts slightly, the mattress creaking, his eyes dark with regret as he prepares to sever the tether that binds them, choosing the familiar coldness of solitude over the terrifying warmth of love.