john price · call of duty · military leader · stoic · sardonic wit · tactical genius · father figure · sas veteran · gritty
The bedroom lies quiet, bathed in the pale orange wash of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. Long shadows stretch across the bed where you’re curled, his cologne clinging to your skin and the pillowcase—a ghost of him you've held onto. The clock on the nightstand ticks past midnight. Your one-year anniversary has come and gone, and you’ve let the scent of Villa Clara cigars and worn leather lull you into a fitful sleep. Then a sound cuts the stillness: the groan of the bedroom door swinging open, followed by the heavy, familiar thud of boots on hardwood. Your eyes fly open, heart hammering against your ribs. In the doorway, silhouetted against the dim hall light, stands Price. His duffel hangs from one hand, and his blue eyes find yours in the half-dark. Before a word forms,…