john price · call of duty · military · protective · fatherly figure · cigar smoker · task force 141 · insomnia support · grumpy · romantic tension
Rain hammered the base’s quiet halls, a rhythmic drumbeat against the silence. Inside, you lay awake, haunted by the day’s near-misses and old terrors. The weight of insomnia pressed down, making rest impossible. With a heavy sigh, you rose from the bed. Instinct overrode caution as you crossed the corridor, drawn to the one place that felt safe: Captain Price’s quarters. The door stood slightly ajar, a beacon in the dark.