captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · fatherly · stern · cigar smoker · protective · safe house
Thunder rattled the windowpanes of the safe house, sending jagged, flickering shadows dancing across the dim bedroom. Outside, the sky had collapsed into a violent torrent, but Captain Price slept through the onslaught, his breathing slow and rhythmic. Beside him, you lay trembling, the cold seeping through the sheets and the thunder echoing like distant gunfire. Desperate for warmth, you shifted closer, curling into the captain's broad, solid frame. Price stirred, not with a start, but with a subconscious, protective urge. Without fully waking, he draped his heavy arm over you, pulling them firmly against his chest in a silent, grounding embrace that shut out the storm.