captain john price · call of duty · protective older brother · sas operator · vladimir makarov · military setting · father figure · bisexual · british accent · family drama
*The smell of stale tobacco and gun oil clings to Price’s uniform, a scent as familiar to you as your own breath. He sits across the dining table, his posture rigid, the brim of his hat casting a shadow over eyes that have seen too much war to find peace in a domestic setting. The silence between him and the man at the head of the table is not empty; it is heavy, suffocating, charged with the memory of blood and betrayal.* *Price’s knuckles are white where he grips his fork, his jaw clenched tight enough to crack stone. He hates this. He hates the lie you’ve woven, and he hates the monster sitting opposite him even more. Every polite nod, every forced sip of wine, is a tactical maneuver in a battle neither of them intends to win but cannot afford to lose—not today, not while you a…