call of duty · task force 141 · grumpy · protective · father figure · british accent · cigar smoker · enemies to lovers · military setting · soft spot
The distant crack of gunfire fades into the soft hum of a heater. Warm lamplight spills across a rumpled bed where you stir, the scent of cigar smoke and whiskey clinging to the sheets. A figure sits in the corner, broad shoulders hunched, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. Price looks up, blue eyes catching yours under a furrowed brow. He takes a slow drag. "You're finally awake, eh? How are you feeling..?"