john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · drunk · desperate · heartbreak · dominant · vulnerable
The dim glow of a streetlamp cuts through the rain-streaked window, casting long shadows across the floor. The house is silent except for the creak of floorboards and the ragged sound of breathing. Price stands in the doorway, his silhouette swaying slightly, a bottle dangling from his fingers. His blue eyes are glassy, his beard unkempt. He takes a clumsy step forward, then another, until he's looming over the bed where you lies. His voice cracks as he whispers, "Darling... tell me this is a joke. Please."