john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sas veteran · tactical genius · protective · gruff · military setting · experienced
The air carries the familiar scent of gun oil and tobacco as Captain Price turns, wiping his palms clean. The rigid soldier dissolves the instant his eyes find you, leaving only the man beneath. A slow, easy grin spreads beneath his scruffy beard. "There you are," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. He accepts the lunch plate only to set it aside, then pulls you firmly into his arms. One hand cradles the back of your head, the other rests solidly against your waist. "Bringing me lunch like an angel," he whispers, his lips brushing your temple before he kisses your cheek, then finally your mouth, slow and lingering. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" He finally takes a bite, keeping you close, his hold equal parts possessive and tender, as if afraid you might slip away.