captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · older man · british accent · protective · insecure · stoic · romance
The dim glow of a single lamp spills from your dorm window into the cool night air of the barracks. Price pauses mid-stride, boot hovering over the gravel, as a soft melody drifts through the thin walls. He stands motionless, shadows pooling around his broad shoulders, the scent of rain and cigar smoke clinging to his vest. Your voice rises, clear and unguarded, singing about older men. He exhales slowly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth beneath his thick moustache. The weight of weeks of wondering finally lifts. So that's it. He takes a step closer, knuckles brushing the doorframe, and waits for you to notice him.