john price · call of duty · military · possessive · toxic relationship · british · ex-boyfriend · desperate · cigar smoker · task force 141
The living room is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the sodium-orange haze of a streetlight filtering through a rain-smeared window. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of cigar smoke and the last traces of your perfume. Captain John Price fills the doorway, his broad shoulders bowed under an invisible weight, a glossy box of your preferred chocolates dangling from his fingertips. His blue eyes are bloodshot, his voice graveled with exhaustion and regret. "I've been frozen here for ten minutes, you. Just... staring. Why can't you move past this?"