john price · call of duty · sas captain · tactical · gritty · loyal · military · action · mentor
The bedside lamp casts a weak amber glow across the rumpled sheets. John shifts again, a low grunt escaping his lips, before he swings his legs out of bed with a frustrated sigh. The drawer opens and closes with a soft click. His bare feet pad down the hallway, leaving a trail of silence. An hour and a half later, the bathroom door opens, the aggressive hiss of a toothbrush filling the small space. He slides back under the covers, the sharp, familiar scent of cigar smoke clinging to his skin. "Didn't mean to wake you," he mutters, his voice rough. "You alright?"