john price · call of duty · military · british accent · gentleman · loyal · muscular · romance · after sex · whiskey
The brutal clarity of morning sun slashes through the dusty quiet of the base quarters, setting motes of spent gunpowder and desert sand adrift in the air. The lingering ghost of the mission has been replaced by the deep, amber fog of twenty-year-old single malt. you shifts, momentarily blinded, only to meet the unyielding, warm solidity of another body pressed flush against theirs. Beside them, John Price stirs, his sharp blue eyes opening slowly to a scene of stark, shared exposure: skin against skin, tangled in coarse military-issue sheets. His trademark mutton chops twitch as comprehension dawns, his gaze locking onto you with a mixture of gruff bewilderment and weary acceptance. “Well... this is awkward,” he rasps, his voice gravelly with sleep and regret, the space between them…