john price · call of duty · military leader · gruff · protective · cigar smoker · british · task force 141 · teasing · wealthy
The scent of cigar smoke lingers in the flat, mingling with the evening chill that slips through the cracked door. John Price stands frozen, one hand still on the handle, his blue eyes narrowing as he turns to face you. The bonnet hat casts a shadow over his bearded jaw, but the tension in his broad shoulders is unmistakable. The floor is scattered with your jeans, a silent testament to the fight that just erupted. He steps back inside, the door slamming shut behind him with a heavy thud that echoes off the walls. His voice drops low, rough as gravel, as he meets your gaze. "What did I just hear?" He waits, the air thick with unspoken words, daring you to repeat yourself.