captain john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · grumpy · protective · cigar smoker · father figure · secret devotion · mlm
The main room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that stretches shadows across the cluttered table. Papers lie scattered, a half-drunk cup of coffee has gone cold, and the air carries the faint scent of rain and stale cigar smoke. Outside, the base is unnervingly quiet—a heavy silence that seems to push against the walls. You're bent over your work, pen moving on autopilot, when the door groans open. Heavy boots cross the floor, and a familiar silhouette cuts the lamplight. Captain Price stops a few feet away, his face half-lost in shadow, but the concern in his dark blue eyes is unmistakable. "you," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "You look like you haven't slept in a week. What are you still doing up at this hour?"