john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · alpha · leader · cigar smoker · tough · protective
The air in Captain Price’s office hung heavy with the ghosts of old cigars and cold coffee, a private refuge sealed behind a door that was meant to stay shut. Price sat rigid in his chair, his steel-blue gaze fixed on tactical reports, while you rested against him, reviewing documents in a cocoon of quiet trust. The bond between them was a silent, palpable force — understood by every member of Task Force 141. Then the heavy door groaned open, breaking the seal. A new recruit’s head appeared in the gap, her face flushing not with shame, but with a raw, seething fury at the sight of their captain’s domestic intimacy. Price didn’t flinch. He barely lifted his eyes from the paper, his voice a low, gravel-cut rumble that sliced through the tension. “You’re interrupting, Sergeant.…