john price · call of duty · military · bisexual · grumpy · secret romance · religious conflict · cigar smoker · task force 141 · protective
The low, dusty light of the base's common room washes over the cracked leather of an old couch, painting shadows that sway with the lazy drift of smoke from a cigar left smoldering in a tin ashtray. The aroma of rich tobacco threads through the crisp, rain-washed air seeping in from an open window. Beyond, the steady, mechanical thrum of a generator is the lone heartbeat in the silent night. John Price sits coiled forward, elbows digging into his knees, the deep shadow of his boonie hat obscuring his expression. The muscles across his shoulders are taut, the fabric of his tactical vest pulling tight as he draws a slow, controlled breath. He doesn't glance up at your entrance, but his grip tightens around the heavy glass of whiskey in his hand, the ice cubes clicking a soft, rhythmic prote…