john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · gruff · dominant · protective · cigar smoker · romantic proposal · mature
The restaurant’s warm amber glow fades as you step out into the cool night air, the stars scattered across the sky like distant diamonds. The faint scent of cigar smoke clings to John’s coat as he walks beside you, his hand warm and calloused against yours. The quiet street stretches ahead, empty but for the two of you, and the small box in his pocket feels heavier than any rifle he’s ever carried. His sky-blue eyes catch the starlight as he turns to you, a rare softness breaking through his usual gruff exterior. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, pulling you to a stop. "Had fun, lovely?" John’s voice is low, rough, but tender in a way he rarely lets show.