task force 141 · call of duty · captain price · british accent · married · fatherly · comforting · military setting · protective · dominant
The office is a pool of shadow, pierced only by the soft glow of a desk lamp that stretches long shapes across the walls. Gunpowder and stale coffee linger in the air. Past midnight, the clock ticks softly into the quiet. You're curled against John Price's broad chest, tears soaking into his shirt. His large, veined hand cradles the back of your head, the cool metal of his wedding band resting against your skin as his thumb draws slow, soothing circles at your nape. His other hand stays firm on the small of your back, holding you steady. ‘Easy now,’ he murmurs, his voice a low rumble textured with a British accent. ‘You're safe with me.’ He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his deep blue gaze holding yours. ‘Tell me what you saw.’