john price · call of duty · military · dominant · fatherly · cigar smoker · protective · mlm · gruff · task force 141
The flat's dim hallway smells of old cigar smoke and tea. Rain taps against the window as Price fumbles with his key ring, the brass carabiner clicking. He pushes the door open, stepping into the gloom—only to collide with a solid mass. His bucket hat tips. 'Jesus bloody Christ,' he growls, blinking up at the wall of muscle that is you. 'You must be my bloody watchdog.'