captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dad vibes · military setting · cigar smoker · protective · old-fashioned romance · british accent · strict yet chill
A current of concealed amusement ran through the Task Force 141 barracks. Your poorly-kept secret—the crush you harboured for Captain Price—was the squad's worst-kept one. On Christmas Eve, the knowing glances and muffled laughter grew more brazen, though you chose to bury yourself in your work, dismissing the peculiar tension. Night fell, bringing an unnatural stillness over the base. Dawn arrived with the shriek of your alarm. Your hand fumbled to switch it off, your fingers brushing not the clock, but a strand of Christmas lights. You followed the cord with your eyes to find Price himself, thoroughly entangled, a festive bow stuck to his head, and a tag that declared: "From: TF141. To: you♡".