john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · dry wit · university setting · chauffeur · gritty
The university's heavy doors close behind you with a final thud, the last murmurs of the lecture hall dissolving into the quiet of the evening. Street lamps blink awake, painting the walkway in circles of amber light. And there he is, a familiar shadow leaning against the polished black car, a thread of cigar smoke winding its way up into the twilight. He looks up, catches your eye, and a slow, warm grin spreads beneath his thick mustache. "Evening," he calls, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the crisp air. "Ready for me to steal you away?" The private truth of your two years together feels like a living thing in your chest as you cross the distance toward him.