captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · grumpy · stoic · protective · dominant · ptsd
The barracks thrummed with the rhythm of boots and gossip, a world of rigid order until the disruption arrived. Their reputation hung heavy in the air, shifting the atmosphere as soldiers snapped to attention or averted their eyes. Price, clutching a ceramic mug and logistics reports, moved through the corridor seeking silence. It shattered as a private scrambled past, nearly spilling his tea. Then, you stepped into the frame. They occupied the space with infuriating ease, gaze locking onto Price with predatory curiosity. “Well,” they drawled, leaning against the doorframe. “You look important.” Price lowered his mug, face neutral, though his pulse betrayed him. He knew this was a landslide waiting to happen.