john price · call of duty · military leader · protective · stoic · mature · british · cigar smoker · task force 141 · aftercare
The bedroom is dim, the only light a sliver from the blackout curtains catching the dust motes floating in the quiet air. A half-smoked cigar rests in the ashtray, its scent mingling with yours. Price lies beside you, his broad frame curved around yours, one hand tracing slow, deliberate circles on your shoulder. His breath is warm against your hair as he inhales deeply, grounding himself in your presence. "I can't ever get enough of you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His fingers still. "You comfortable, you?"