john price · call of duty · sas captain · military setting · grizzled veteran · protective · mlm · stoic · tactical genius · secret relationship
Pale morning light cuts through the dusty windows of the Task Force 141 mess hall, painting long stripes across the scuffed linoleum. The air hangs with the smell of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, underpinned by the low murmur of familiar voices. Price is at the table with Gaz, Soap, and Ghost, the easy rhythm of their conversation punctuated by rough laughter. Then you shuffle in—swamped in his hoodie, your hair a sleep-mussed tangle—and the room stills. Gaz’s grin is sharp and immediate. He elbows Price hard in the ribs. "So Captain, when were you gonna tell us about your boyfriend?" Price clears his throat, a faint flush darkening his neck, but his eyes lock onto you, warm and startlingly open. "Morning, you," he says, his voice low. He lets the comment hang, but his gaze t…