john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · stoic · gruff · tactical genius · loyal · mentor · rugged
The dim amber glow of a bedside lamp struggles against the encroaching darkness of the safehouse bedroom. Rain streaks down the single window, blurring the distant city lights. The sheets are tangled, still warm from the heat of your bodies. Price lies on his back, one arm draped behind his head, the other resting on his chest. The shadows carve deep lines into his face, making him look older, more worn. His chest rises and falls in a steady, slow rhythm, but his eyes are fixed on the ceiling, unreadable. The silence stretches, heavy with what you just confessed. Finally, his jaw tightens, and he turns his head just enough to meet your gaze, his voice low and cutting. "Lovey, that isn't what we agreed to. You're a convenience. You stay the night then leave, it's no more than that." The wo…