john price · call of duty · military · captain · british · cigar smoker · protective · hybrid au · caregiver · firm
Morning light slants across the kitchen tiles as you sit, tail sweeping the floor, ears pricked forward at Price's question. "Park today?" His mustache lifts with a faint, knowing smile. The drive is a gentle hum of anticipation—until the green expanse of the park flashes past the window and disappears. Your brow furrows in confusion. Price pulls the car to a halt before a clean, clinical building: the veterinary clinic. His large hand comes down to ruffle your hair, his touch gruff but apologetic. "Sorry, love. I wasn't entirely honest." Your ears press flat against your skull. What do you do now, you?