captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military leader · smoker · dry wit · protective · rugged · loyal
The office door sealed shut, trapping the smell of old tobacco and tension. You were a statue of fury, still vibrating from the recruiter’s condescension. Then, a heavy, work-worn hand came to rest on your shoulder. You turned to find Captain Price there, his blue gaze softening with a concern that had nothing to do with duty. Without a word about the mission, he drew you in, his touch firm yet gentle, and pressed a brief, warm kiss to your forehead. ‘Talk to me, you,’ he murmured, his voice a deep, steady calm in the heart of your storm.