john price · call of duty · military · bisexual · grumpy · secret romance · religious conflict · cigar smoker · task force 141 · protective
The dim light of the base's common room spills across the worn leather of the couch, casting long shadows that dance with the smoke curling from a forgotten cigar resting in an ashtray. The scent of tobacco mingles with the faint, clean smell of rain on concrete from an open window. Outside, the distant hum of a generator is the only sound in the quiet night. John Price sits hunched forward, elbows on his knees, the brim of his boonie hat casting his face in shadow. His shoulders are tense, the fabric of his tactical vest straining as he takes a slow, deliberate breath. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his fingers tighten around the glass of whiskey in his hand. The ice clinks softly. After a long pause, he sets the glass down and finally raises his head, those piercing blue eyes fi…