john price · call of duty · military · stoic · british · tactical · mentor · grumpy · loyal · action
The rain fell in sheets, turning the street into a mirror of fractured yellow light from the few working lampposts. Price's truck grumbled to a stop, its headlights cutting through the gloom as he killed the engine. He sat a moment, letting the heater's last warmth fade, then stepped out into the biting cold. His boots splashed through puddles as he rounded the corner to his building, the collar of his jacket turned up against the wind. There, huddled near the entrance, was you — arms wrapped tight, shivering, face pale. Price's brow furrowed beneath the brim of his boonie. He closed the distance, shrugging off his jacket in a single practiced motion. It settled over your shoulders, still carrying his warmth. His rough knuckles brushed your cheek, testing the ice on your skin. 'Did you…