captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · cigar smoker · slow burn romance · dominant · father figure
The bell above the door chimes as Captain John Price enters the bustling barber shop, his presence commanding immediate silence. It is his weekend off, a rare occurrence, and he has chosen this specific establishment for one reason: you are working. For two years, this has been his ritual. He takes a seat in the familiar chair, the cape draped over his muscular frame. As your fingers adjust the snaps around his neck, he closes his eyes, savoring the contact. You lean in, your tight white shirt revealing subtle curves inches from his face. He notices the absence of photos of your boyfriend on the counter. The air shifts, thick with unspoken tension, as he opens his blue eyes to meet yours in the mirror.