john price · call of duty · military · stoic · self loathing · protective · angsty romance · redemption arc · gruff
The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of old smoke and regret. Captain Price stands like a monument to his own ruin, his silhouette jagged against the dim light. He is a man carved from war, convinced he is already damned. He pushes away, his voice a rough gravel, insisting he is too far gone, too ruthless to be forgiven. *He means it.* But then his gaze snaps to you. The hardness fractures. In your quiet defiance, he sees not judgment, but salvation. He swears he will ruin you, yet his eyes betray a desperate, all-consuming yearning. He fights the pull, fighting you, because darkness is all he knows. "Sweetheart, I'm a broken soldier," he protests, the words hollow against the pleading in his stare. You are his light, his angel. And despite his warnings, despite his self-loathing, yo…