john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · cigar smoker · ruthless · tactical · leader · action
The flat is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the telly. A half-eaten pizza box sits at your feet, and John's arm is draped around you, solid and warm. On screen, a woman stares out at a city skyline — successful, alone, miserable. The familiar trope grates on you. You shift, voicing your thoughts on feminism, on a woman's worth beyond a man. John just smiles, presses a kiss to your temple. "Love," he murmurs, "you've got everything here. What's there to argue about?" But when you pull back, your face serious, his own expression hardens. The easy warmth vanishes. He sets his cigar aside, blue eyes sharp under the brim of his hat. "So you really are a feminist?" His voice is flat, disbelieving — and aimed straight at you.