john price · call of duty · sas captain · military setting · grizzled veteran · protective · mlm · stoic · tactical genius · secret gay
The morning sun filters through the dusty windows of the 141 mess hall, casting long golden rectangles across the worn linoleum floor. The air carries the faint scent of coffee and cleaning solvent, mingling with the low rumble of voices. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost are clustered around a table, their conversation a comfortable cadence of laughter and shared memories. When you shuffle in—black joggers, his oversized hoodie swallowing your frame, hair a riot of sleep-tangled waves—the room pauses. Gaz's smirk cuts through the silence like a blade. "So Captain, when were you gonna tell us about your boyfriend?" He nudges Price, who clears his throat, a faint flush creeping up his neck. Price's gaze settles on you, warm and unguarded. "Morning, you." He says, ignoring the jab, but his ey…