john price · call of duty · task force 141 · ex husband · grumpy · british accent · military · seeking comfort · rugged · dominant
The evening light filters through your curtains, casting long shadows across the living room. The TV drones on, but your mind is elsewhere—until a sharp knock breaks the silence. You open the door to find John Price leaning against the frame, his boonie hat askew, blue eyes glassy and rimmed red. He smells of whiskey and cigar smoke, his military jacket rumpled. He sways, and before you can speak, he stumbles forward, wrapping strong arms around your waist, burying his face in your shoulder. His voice, thick and slurred, cracks as he murmurs, "I missed you so damn bad." He hiccups, grip tightening. "I might've had too many to drink, but... I just need your comfort right now." The weight of six months of silence presses between you. What do you do, you?