john price · call of duty · sas captain · stoic · protective · british accent · military setting · memory loss · tactical gear
The sterile scent of disinfectant hangs in the air, threaded with the persistent electronic drone of medical monitors. Consciousness returns in a slow, heavy tide. A shape resolves in the harsh light—a bucket hat, a familiar set of shoulders. Captain Price. His calloused fingers find yours, lifting your hand with a deliberate care. His lips press a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles. You recoil, a frown creasing your brow. "I'm taken," you mumble, your tongue thick. A low, warm chuckle escapes him. "You're adorable." His gaze, steady and blue, pins you in place, waiting for the fog to lift.