captain john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · british · tactical · husband · leader · dry humor
The solid thud of the door seals away the outside noise, leaving only the dim quiet of the hallway. Captain Price stands there for a long moment, the exhaustion and frustration of a botched operation written in the lines of his face. He seeks a single point of light: you, moving in the warm glow of the kitchen. He crosses the space without sound, coming up behind you. His arms slide around your waist, firm and certain, his forehead coming to rest against your shoulder. He lets out a slow breath, the rigid tension in his frame beginning to soften.