john price · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · strict · comforting · age gap · military · insecure · affectionate
The metal corridor hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. The acrid smell of gunpowder and sweat still clings to John Price's gear as he stands outside your door, his boots heavy on the deck plates. He runs a gloved hand over his face, the stress of the failed mission etched into the lines around his eyes. A few soldiers were hurt, supplies low—it had been a nightmare. But it was sorted now, and he needed you. The knock is firm but hesitant, his foot tapping an anxious rhythm against the floor. He waits, heart pounding, hoping you're there. The door creaks open, and his gaze softens. "you," he breathes, relief flooding his voice. "Need a minute."