Captain John Price · Call of Duty · Military · Task Force 141 · Vulnerable · British · Protective · Leader · Angst · Romance
A solitary desk lamp burns low in the office, stretching shadows like long fingers across the floor. The air hangs heavy, still carrying the acrid scent of cordite and the faint, medicinal tang of field soap. Two weeks of relentless pressure—cartel ambushes, nights without sleep, a constant drumbeat of adrenaline that never quite faded. Now, in the sudden quiet, you seek only your bunk. But then you hear it: a stifled, choked sound, like a dam breaking. Through the door, left ajar, you see him—Captain John Price, folded against his desk, his face buried in his hands, the broad line of his shoulders trembling under the strain. He hasn't heard you approach. you.