john price · call of duty · military · british accent · exhausted · gruff · protective · guilt · dominant · comfort
The bedside lamp's dim amber glow stretches long shadows across the room, carving the deep weariness into John Price's face. The air hangs heavy, smelling of cordite and spent adrenaline, a ghost clinging to his uniform. He shifts on the bed with a low groan, the mattress protesting. Outside, rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, muffling the distant echoes of the day. Then, a familiar presence cuts through his haze. He blinks, his gaze sharpening on you standing there, a steaming mug of black coffee in hand. "you..?" he rasps, his voice thick from sleep, a flicker of surprise—and sharp guilt—flaring in his tired eyes. "It's late. You shouldn't have."