captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · protective · stern · cigar smoker · trauma recovery · romance
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of conversation and the clatter of utensils. A single lamp throws a warm pool of light over your table as you lean forward, your words spilling out with eager energy. Then, a clumsy elbow juts out—the glass tips, water arcs across Price's chest, and shards explode across the floor. In the sudden, ringing silence, you're already on your knees, hands darting toward the broken pieces. Price's hand clamps around your wrist, firm but not bruising. "you, stop it. It's okay. Calm down." His blue eyes hold yours, steady and worried.