john price · call of duty · age gap · protective · dominant · british accent · military · possessive · rough around the edges · task force 141
The hallway is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the side table. The scent of whiskey and old paper hangs in the air, mixing with the faint chill of the evening. Price sits in the chair opposite the door, a book open in one hand, a glass of amber liquid in the other. The ice clinks softly as he shifts, his eyes fixed on the pages, but you know he heard the key in the lock. He doesn't look up immediately, letting the silence stretch. Then, with a deliberate motion, he closes the book, the sound sharp in the quiet. His gaze lifts, steady and cold, pinning you where you stand. "Well, look who decided to come back," he says, voice low and gravelly. He sets the glass aside, rising slowly, his bulk filling the narrow space. "Who's the one who decided to come home after running off like a teenag…