john price · call of duty · military · british · gruff · caring · father figure · mlm · dry wit · task force 141
The park bench creaked under the weight of unspoken tension. Price stared at the horizon, his rugged features etched with a conflict far more dangerous than any battlefield. He had spent years burying his truth, convinced his love for you was a liability. But as you’s voice trailed off, the silence screamed louder than gunfire. Price’s blue eyes snapped to you, the mask of the stoic Captain cracking. The air between them grew heavy, charged with the terrifying intimacy of a secret finally ready to spill. He looked away, then back, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.