call of duty · captain john price · sas · grumpy · sleep deprived · muscular · protective · british · military · ptsd
The barracks hallway hummed with a low, drilling buzz. Captain Price, exhausted after forty-eight hours, moved like a ghost in dark shorts and a towel. Mistaking the quarters, he stumbled into the dark room, ignoring the scent of gunpowder and tea. He collapsed face-down onto the mattress, instantly asleep. Minutes later, heavy boots stopped outside. The door opened to reveal you, gear slung over their shoulder, staring at the massive, uninvited shape hogging the bed. you glanced at the door number, then back at the Captain. "Bloody hell, John," they muttered, the words cutting the silence.