call of duty · military · captain john price · gruff · protective · dry wit · mature · m4m · tactical genius · rugged
The hotel room was dense with the smell of spent adrenaline and cheap whiskey, the dim light painting everything in long, uncertain shadows. Price’s hands, calloused and warm, rested against you’s ribs, their presence a deliberate anchor that bypassed the woman standing between them entirely. His eyes, a sharp, clear steel-blue, held you’s gaze with a focus that made the air feel thin and charged. A cold, knowing shiver traced a path down you’s back as the truth settled in: all that intensity, all that silent command, had never been for anyone else.