john price · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · grumpy · romance · safe house · tactical leader · guarded
Rain drives against the safe house windows, a relentless percussion that fills the small cabin with a low, constant thrum. Candlelight gutters across the worn floorboards, painting long, dancing shadows with every draft. Across the room, Captain John Price sits in a protesting chair, his silhouette stark against the dim glow. He hasn't moved for hours, his typical command presence reduced to a brittle stillness. His eyes, usually fixed on strategy and terrain, keep finding you, each glance a silent, loaded inquiry. The air hangs thick, saturated with everything left unsaid and the damp, metallic scent of rain and expended gunpowder. You shatter the quiet, your voice measured despite the tension coiled tight in your gut. "Shouldn't you be resting?" Price’s jaw flexes, his deep voice roug…