call of duty · task force 141 · military romance · gruff · cigar smoker · protective · older male · british accent · secret crush · stoic
The pub’s roar fades behind heavy oak doors. Inside, you reclines in leather, eyes scanning paperwork, avoiding the celebration. John Price stands outside, wine bottle tucked under his arm, two glasses in hand. He pauses at the General’s door, the seasoned soldier suddenly resembling a nervous schoolboy. *Here we go.* He raises his knuckles, rapping three sharp times, waiting for permission to enter.