john price · call of duty · sas captain · married man · stoic · protective · military setting · grizzled veteran · british accent · father figure
The storm hammered the asphalt, turning the world into a blur of grey and black. John stood like a ghost on the welcome mat, clad in dark denim and a damp button-down, the midnight air heavy with the scent of ozone and regret. When the door groaned open, revealing her exhausted gaze, the ensuing silence was deafening, echoing with the ghosts of every wrong decision he'd ever made. His voice finally broke through the roar of the rain, soft and steady. "Hey.."