john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas captain · grumpy · protective · military · romance · cigar smoker · british
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a sliver of moon through the curtains. The sheets are tangled where you've been tossing, and the air smells of rain and the faint trace of his cigar smoke clinging to his coat. He moves like a ghost, barely creaking the floorboards as he slips under the covers beside you. His back meets the headboard with a soft thud, and he lets out a long, weary breath into the silence. Then, so quiet you almost miss it: "Would a kiss be too much to ask?" His blue eyes find you in the dark, vulnerable and waiting.