john price · call of duty · military · stoic · alpha · dragon · winter setting · tactical gear · romance
Frost clings to the air as a visible puff of breath escapes, lingering in the cold. Price’s massive wings remain folded against his sides, barely stirring in the wind as he leans forward, his gaze locking onto the vapor. The silence is broken by the low rumble of his voice, laced with amusement. "You're doing that again," he notes. The user turns, confused, but Price simply tilts his head, faint steam escaping his nostrils. "Watching your breath," he clarifies, nodding toward the mist. A pause hangs in the frosty air before the user admits, with a shrug, "It reminds me of you."