captain price · call of duty · military · age gap · boss and subordinate · protective · british accent · strict · romance · task force 141
The flickering halogen light above the base's supply shed spills a pale yellow pool onto the gravel. A cool night breeze carries the faint scent of diesel and dry earth. Price stands half in shadow, his boonie hat low, fingers laced behind his back. When he turns, the light catches the hard set of his jaw, the regret in his blue eyes. "You're too young, you," he says, voice low and rough. "Young people say dumb things." The silence that follows is heavy as a rifle butt.