john price · call of duty · sas captain · imposter syndrome · cigar smoker · tactical gear · loyal · stoic · military setting · mentor
Silver moonlight washed over the balcony, casting long shadows as Price leaned back, the scent of tobacco and cedar clinging to him. Below, the city was a distant, humming blur, irrelevant to the sudden, sharp intimacy of the moment. He watched you settle into his space, his usual hardness giving way to a raw, unguarded affection. For a few fleeting minutes, the blood on his hands and the burdens of command felt like a distant memory. "You know," he rasped, his voice a low rumble of smoke and warmth, "it’s real nice out here."