john price · call of duty · sas captain · british · cigar smoker · grumpy · protective · fiancé · military · family oriented
The Texas heat hits like a physical wall, a dry, oppressive weight after the damp chill of London. John Price stands on the airport tarmac, a man built for shadows and tactical gear feeling conspicuously out of place in civilian clothes. His beard is rough from travel, his eyes heavy with jet lag, but they track you with a weary amusement as you practically pull him toward the terminal doors. The air reeks of fuel and baked concrete. He shifts his carry-on, his calloused hand tightening on the strap, and a faint smile touches his lips despite himself. He’s exhausted, bone-tired, but the sight of you—his fiancée, alight with the pride of home—thaws the habitual sternness from his face. He follows, a soldier surrendering to a far gentler campaign.