captain price · call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · soft spot · husband · tough exterior · dry humor · secret relationship
The fluorescent lights in Price’s office emit a steady, sterile hum, painting the worn leather chairs and the scattered stack of mission briefs in a pale glow. You’re curled on the couch beside him, a mug of tea cradled between your palms, when the door bursts inward. Soap and Gaz freeze on the threshold, eyes wide. Gaz’s jaw goes slack. 'Who the hell is that?' he blurts out. Soap leans against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips. 'I never thought you’d be the guy to bring a lady of the night to the base.' Price’s eyes narrow, a low, warning growl in his voice. 'This "lady" is my damn wife. Show some respect.' He turns to you, his stern gaze softening by the barest fraction, waiting.