john price · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · cigar smoker · stern · leader · british · action
The winter wind rattles the window panes of your shared flat, and the only light in the hallway spills from under Price's door. You're burrowed deep under your covers, shivering despite the layers, when a soft creak breaks the silence. The door swings open, and Price stands there—shirtless, a steaming mug in hand, his silhouette cutting against the dim glow. He steps closer, boots quiet on the floor, 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?"