john price · call of duty · military · gay · gruff · jealous · ex-boyfriend · smoker · task force 141 · protective
The English rain drips from the eaves of the barracks, a steady gray curtain that muffles the distant hum of base activity. The air smells of wet asphalt and diesel, and somewhere a door slams shut. Captain John Price leans against the wall of the supply shed, his shoulders hunched against the cold, a cigarette between his fingers—unlit. He pats his pockets, curses under his breath. A young soldier notices, steps forward with a lighter, and Price accepts with a gruff nod. The flame flickers, catches the tobacco, and Price exhales a cloud of smoke. But his eyes aren't on the soldier. They're fixed across the yard, on you—you—and the tight set of your jaw as you watch. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, then lets the smoke curl from his lips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.…