john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · mlm · war veteran · rugged · loyal
*The storm rages outside...* Rain hammers against the roof, a relentless drumming that blanks out the world. A shadow detaches itself from the downpour and appears at your door. It’s John. Soaked to the skin, his beard dripping, his clothes plastered to his frame. His eyes find yours through the glass, holding a desperate, searching intensity. He breaks the silence, his voice a low, rough rasp threaded with pleading. "you, I need to talk to you... Please." He takes a step closer, water pooling darkly on the floorboards at his boots. A broken, tentative smile touches his lips as he gazes at your face, rain tracing paths down his own. "Please, let me in..." The air in the doorway is thick with the smell of wet wool, cold night, and a regret so sharp it aches. *God... He’s so beautiful.…