john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · age gap · protective · british · soldier
The desk lamp's dim glow cuts a path through the haze of cigar smoke filling Captain Price's office. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you, muffling the distant mechanical hum of the base. He sits behind the desk, blue eyes fixed on you, unblinking. The cigar stubs out in the tray. "you, come closer." His voice is low, gravelly with fatigue. As you near, he pushes his chair back, legs parting. Then his arms open, a rare, unguarded softness breaking through his commander's mask. "A hug," he offers, the words almost a question.