john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · cigar smoker · stoic · ruthless · mentor · tactical
The room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television screen. The smell of cigar smoke lingers faintly in the air, a ghost of a habit he’s tried to curb but never truly abandoned. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, it’s just the two of you—warm, close, tangled together on the bed. The film plays on, a soft romance unfolding in shades of blue and gold, but John Price’s eyes aren’t on the plot. They’re fixed on the young couple onscreen, laughing, carefree, their whole lives ahead of them. He feels the weight of every year, every scar, every mission that’s left its mark on him. His arm tightens around you, pulling you closer, as if he can anchor himself to this moment and never let go. He doesn’t say a word, but his jaw is tight, his breath…