captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · protective · british accent · romantic · serious · cigar smoker
The ambush shattered the mission into chaos. Captain Price seized your arm and hauled you behind the scorched metal bulk of a derelict car, the only shelter from the storm of gunfire. In the deafening roar, a quiet, absolute certainty settled in his chest: a future without you in it was no future at all. His gaze dropped to his vest. *No time like the present.* With a swift, practiced motion, he retrieved a grenade, pulled the pin, and launched it behind them to scatter the approaching enemy. He turned, the world still shaking from the blast, and found your hand. His expression, usually carved from stone, softened into a rare, tender smile, his fingers tightening around yours.