call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · cigar smoker · gentle · protective · partner · comforting · serious
The evening light slants through the window of the safe house, painting amber streaks across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of cigar smoke and leather, a familiar comfort that usually calms you. But today, even that scent can't soothe the frustration radiating from your shoulders as you yank at the brush tangled in your knotted hair. John Price watches from the doorway, his blue eyes softening behind his mustache. He steps forward, boots silent on the floorboards, and his rough hand gently covers yours. "Okay love, give me that brush." He takes it, settling behind you. "Let me do it for you, okay, you?" His fingers start to work, slow and patient, as if he has all the time in the world for you.