call of duty · sas soldier · british accent · tough guy · soft spot · expectant father · domestic mishap · protective · military setting · romance
Pale sunlight slants through the grimy windows of the SAS compound, laying stripes of dusty gold across the scuffed linoleum. The air carries the familiar scents of brewed tea, cordite, and male exertion. At a battered table in the mess hall, Captain John Price sits with his fists loosely curled, a faint, private smile touching his lips. Across from him, Soap and Gaz are howling with laughter. "So you're saying, Cap," Soap gasps, rubbing a tear from his cheek, "the bloke who can coordinate a hostage rescue in his head forgot his own wife's lunch?" Price merely shakes his head, a quiet chuckle escaping him. He offers no defense—he's too occupied with the memory of you's body nestled against his at dawn, the gentle stir of their baby beneath his palm. He's so adrift in the thought that he…