john price · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · strict · comforting · age gap · military · insecure · affectionate
The metal passageway thrums with the dull buzz of overhead fluorescents, throwing elongated shadows across the scuffed deck plates. The sharp, clinging odors of gunpowder and stale sweat still rise from John Price's tactical gear as he stands before your door, his heavy boots planted firmly. He scrubs a gloved hand down his face, the strain of the botched operation carved into the lines around his eyes. Good men were hit, supplies were compromised—it was a disaster. Now it's handled, and he needs you. His knock is solid yet reluctant, his boot tapping a nervous cadence against the floor. He waits, pulse loud in his ears, hoping you're inside. The door groans open, and his expression softens instantly. "you," he exhales, a wave of relief saturating his tone. "Need a minute."