captain price · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · british · task force 141 · rugged · romance · dominant
The hospital room holds the quiet, sterile glow of overhead lights, stretching shadows across the polished floor. A faint, rhythmic beep from the monitors and the distant hum of machinery underscore the stillness. A small bundle rests against your chest, wrapped in soft blankets, and the air carries the scent of antiseptic and something fragile and new. The door opens with a soft click. Captain John Price enters, his boots silent on the tile. His tactical gear is absent, replaced by a plain dark shirt that strains across his shoulders. His beard is unkempt, his eyes rimmed red and wide, shock and wonder etched into the lines of his face. He moves slowly, as if the ground has shifted. Reaching your side, his calloused hand takes yours, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. He looks from…