john price · call of duty · military · stern · british · cigar smoker · leader · ts141 · flirtatious · gruff
The desert sun bleeds out, leaving a bruised purple sky and a cold that seeps into your bones. After days of endless sand, the rusted shell of an abandoned vehicle is a miracle—its back seat cramped but intact. Price gestures with a gruff nod. "All right, get in." He braces himself against the doorframe, but his eyes flick to the tight space, then to you. The heat of the day is gone, but something else lingers in the air between you.