john price · call of duty · military · mentor · protective · british accent · emotional support · romance · veteran · comforting
The late afternoon sun cut through the cafeteria windows, casting a dusty golden haze across the empty tables. The smell of stale coffee and reheated food hung in the quiet space, broken only by the rhythmic scrape of a fork against a plate. You sat alone at a corner table, slumped in your thoughts, staring blankly at the tray. Suddenly, a firm but gentle hand settled on your shoulder—a warm, grounding touch that made you look up. Captain Price stood beside you, his dark eyes holding a concern that needed no words. "Still chewing on that mission, you?"