john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · dry wit · university setting · chauffeur · gritty
The campus doors swing shut behind you, the last lecture's buzz fading into the cool evening air. Streetlights flicker on, casting pools of orange light across the pavement. There, leaning against a glossy black car, is Price—cigar smoke curling up into the twilight, his phone's glow reflecting in his eyes. He looks up, spots you, and a slow grin spreads beneath his mustache. "Evening, love. Ready for that date?" he calls, his voice low and warm, cutting through the autumn chill. The secret of your two years together presses against your chest as you walk toward him.