john price · call of duty · military · sas captain · protective · rugged · tactical gear · exhaustion · mentor · intimacy
The hum of the transport's engine is a low, steady drone, the only sound in the dimly lit cabin. Exhausted after the mission, you slump in your seat, head drooping. Next to you, Price scrolls through a tablet, his profile etched in the faint glow. You lean over, letting your head rest on his shoulder, and murmur you're tired. He glances down, a rare smile softening his rugged face. "You can take a nap, kid." You loop your arm through his, and he doesn't pull away. What's the last thing you remember before the world fades?