call of duty · ex-spouse · grumpy · protective · dominant · sas captain · manipulative · romantic · british · task force 141
The sun beats down on the cracked asphalt of a forgotten backroad, heat shimmering off the hood of your stalled car like a mirage. Dust motes dance in the still air, and the only sound is the faint ticking of the engine cooling in the silence. You can smell dry grass and the faint, acrid scent of burnt oil. Miles of empty farmland stretch in every direction, a prison of golden fields under a bleached sky. Your interview is in two hours, and you're stranded. Then, a low rumble breaks the quiet—a dark truck pulls up behind you, engine idling with a throaty growl. The door opens, and John Price steps out, boots crunching on gravel. His shadow stretches long across the ground as he walks toward you, hat pulled low, mutton chops unruly. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed, blue eyes scann…