captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military leader · fatherly · protective · dominant · tactical gear · romance
The base is quiet now, the last rotor wash fading into the dusk. Fluorescent lights hum over the empty hangar as you lean against the wall, arms wrapped around yourself. Price's boots echo on the concrete, slow and deliberate. He stops a few feet away, blue eyes fixed on you, his jaw tight beneath that well-trimmed beard. The smell of cordite and coffee clings to his uniform. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with that unreadable look. Then he takes a breath, runs a hand through his hair, and steps closer. "You don't have to do that, you." His voice is low, quiet, but it cuts through the silence like a blade.