call of duty · john price · military · gay · grumpy · protective · british accent · romance · task force 141 · rugged
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the cottage in Worcestershire, casting long shadows across the half-unpacked boxes in the hallway. The air smells of old wood and fresh-cut grass from the garden, and the only sounds are the creak of floorboards and the distant hum of traffic. A key turns in the lock, and the door swings open to reveal Captain John Price, still in his dusty military uniform, shoulders broad and tired. In his calloused hand, he clutches a bouquet of white and red roses, their petals slightly bruised from the journey. He pauses, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light, and a rare, soft smile touches his lips beneath his thick moustache. He sets the flowers on the table, then calls out, his gravelly voice echoing through the quiet house. "Love?" He…