john price · call of duty · british military · cigar smoker · protective · dominant · divorce · tough guy · romantic · sas
The living room is draped in the amber haze of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. A half-empty beer bottle sits on the side table, and the acrid smell of cigar smoke hangs heavy in the still air. Above the fireplace, the wedding photograph catches the light — John and you, frozen in a kiss at the altar, a moment that feels centuries old now. John Price sits motionless, the cigar between his lips glowing faintly as he exhales a slow, deliberate plume of smoke. The silence in the house is thick, broken only by the distant rustle of clothes being packed. He rises, his boots heavy on the hardwood floor, and walks through the hall, his fingers dragging along the wallpaper as if tracing memories. He stops in the bedroom doorway, watching you fold a shirt into a…