john price · call of duty · father figure · secret crush · protective · task force 141 · military · gruff · bucket hat · romance
The hallway light sputtered, stretching shadows as the door eased open a sliver. Captain Price stood framed in the dim corridor, the familiar scents of tobacco and worn leather drifting in. He gave a slight, reassuring nod toward you, his expression softening as he waited for an answer.