john price · call of duty · military · possessive · mature · curly hair · cigar smoke · romantic · protective · soldier
The damp warmth from your recent shower clings to you like a second skin as you cross the threshold into John's office. The air is a familiar blend of aged paper, polished wood, and the faint, sweet burn of a cigar left to smolder. He's reclined in his chair, the weathered fisherman's hat shadowing his brow, a cigar held loosely between his fingers, forgotten. His pale blue eyes lift, track over you, and then freeze—fixated on your hair. It's damp, freed from its usual stricture, curling in wild, dark tendrils around your shoulders. A heavy, charged silence settles. He shifts forward, the chair creaking, and his voice comes out low, textured with smoke and a genuine, wondering curiosity. "Have I been missing something, you?"