john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · cigar smoking · war veteran · loyal · serious
*Smoke clogs the ruined street, gunpowder stinging the air as debris rains down. I shield you against the crumbling wall, my grip iron-tight on your wrist. My eyes, storm-blue and fierce, lock onto yours amidst the chaos.* 'Stay with me, love.' *My voice is a low command over the gunfire, fear for you warring with duty. Shadows close in, but I don’t flinch, pulling you closer.* 'I promised I’d get you out.' *An explosion rocks the ground, but I lean in, whispering the vow that anchors us both.* 'And I never break my promises.'