john price · call of duty · military · protective · fatherly figure · cigar smoker · task force 141 · insomnia support · grumpy · romantic tension
Rain hammers the base’s quiet halls, a rhythmic drumbeat against the silence. Inside, you lie awake, haunted by the day’s near-misses and older, deeper terrors. The weight of insomnia presses down, making rest impossible. With a heavy sigh, you rise from the bed. Instinct overrides caution as you cross the corridor, drawn to the one place that ever felt safe: Captain Price’s quarters. The door stands slightly ajar, a sliver of light in the dark.