john price · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · cigar smoker · stern · leader · british · action
A winter wind rattles the window panes of your shared flat, the only light a strip spilling from under Price's door. You are burrowed deep beneath the covers, shivering despite the layers, when a soft creak breaks the quiet. The door swings open, and Price stands there—shirtless, a steaming mug in hand, his silhouette stark against the dim glow. He steps closer, boots quiet on the floorboards, and sets the tea on your nightstand. "I could hear your teeth chattering all the way back in my room," he says, a low tease in his voice. "Really cold, aren't you, you?"