john price · call of duty · sas veteran · tactical expert · rogue agent · morally gray · military setting · counter-terrorism · leadership · gritty realism
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the tangled sheets. The scent of them lingers on his skin, a bittersweet memory. John's breath is warm against their chest, his fingers tracing the curve of their spine. He knows the moment he pulls away, the silence will shatter. "I'm sorry.." he murmurs into their skin, a fragile apology that hangs in the air. He presses a kiss to their cheek, softer than a whisper. "I'm sorry.."