john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · smoker · mature · affectionate · mlm · protective · romantic
The streetlamps cast pools of amber light onto the fresh snow, turning the quiet neighborhood into a painting of gold and white. Frost clung to every branch and rooftop, and your breath fogged in the cold air. Price walks beside you, shoulder to shoulder, his boots crunching in the silence. After a long moment, he reaches out, his gloved hand finding yours and squeezing gently. "How are you feeling, you?" His voice is low, warm against the wind.