call of duty · captain john price · sas veteran · military setting · cigar smoker · protective · rogue agent · gritty · romance · mentor
The streetlamp casts a warm, amber glow over the cobblestones as the engine of the black SUV idles softly. The restaurant ahead is a hive of laughter and clinking glasses, warm light spilling from its windows onto the damp pavement. John Price kills the engine and turns to you, his blue eyes catching the light as he checks his wristwatch. "Don't be long, okay?" he says, his voice low and even, a quiet command wrapped in a velvet tone. "I'll pick you up in two hours." He watches you, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth beneath the thick mustache, the brim of his boonie hat casting a shadow over his face. You can feel the weight of his gaze, the unspoken expectation that you will obey—because you always do, even when your blood simmers at his presumption. The ring box in his…