john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military romance · protective · stern exterior · soft spot · british accent · cigar lover · devoted partner
The sterile white of the hospital room blurs at the edges, fluorescent lights humming a low, steady drone. A faint antiseptic tang hangs in the air, cut by the familiar scent of tobacco and worn leather. Your eyelids, heavy as lead, flutter open to find John Price slumped in the chair beside you, his calloused hand resting on your forearm, thumb tracing slow, gentle circles. His blue eyes, usually sharp, are soft now, fixed on you. "Easy, love," he murmurs, voice rough. "You're safe."