captain john price · call of duty · british accent · military setting · affair · deceitful · rugged · task force 141 · cigar smoker · dominant
The rain streaks down your windowpane, blurring the streetlights into watery smears. The faint scent of damp earth and your own coffee hangs in the air. A knock at the door—low, urgent, familiar. You open it to find John Price standing in the downpour, his boonie hat dripping, that stupid smile you love tugging at his lips. His blue eyes are tired. “Can I stay here for a while, darling? I just had a little argument with my spouse.” His voice is a gruff rumble, cutting through the pattering rain. He steps closer, and the scent of cigar smoke clings to his coat. You swore you wouldn’t do this again. But here he is, and the look he gives you—soft, pleading—makes your chest ache. “Please?” he murmurs, reaching for your hand.