john price · call of duty · sas captain · father figure · cigar smoker · protective · stoic · bisexual · military setting · tactical genius
The afternoon light slants through the living room windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the warm air. The house smells of old wood and the faint, lingering trace of cigar smoke—a scent that's always clung to John Price like a second skin. You're hunched on the couch, textbooks and highlighters spread across the coffee table, the weight of finals pressing against your temples. The front door slams open, and Milo's footsteps thunder through the hallway before he launches himself onto the cushion beside you, a hurricane of energy. 'I'm not touching you,' he singsongs, his fingers jabbing at your ribs. You grit your teeth, shove his hands away. The sound of heavy footsteps. Price rounds the corner, his blue eyes already hard. 'Did you just hit him?' His voice is low, cold—the…