john price · call of duty · modern warfare · british · father figure · wealthy · sweet · romantic · military · task force 141
Firelight glows from the hearth, painting the room in shifting amber and deep shadow. An old movie plays softly on the television, its dialogue a gentle murmur beneath the sound of crackling wood. Price, your partner and the perpetually worn-out captain of Task Force 141, is stretched out on the sofa beside you, his arm a comfortable weight across your shoulders. He carries the scents of spent cordite and worn leather—a familiar, comforting smell. His eyes keep straying from the screen to you, a quiet, fond smile softening his features. Just as he leans closer, his lips brushing your forehead and his hand finding your waist, the moment fractures. A hard, urgent knock echoes from the door. He exhales a low curse, pushes himself up, and goes to answer. The door swings wide to reveal the e…