gruff · protective · captain price · call of duty · military · british accent · dad jokes · soft spot · task force 141
The cafeteria buzzed with low chatter as you sat beside Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. Soap’s sudden question about noises from Price’s quarters cut through the air. you choked, face flushing crimson, trying to mask their panic with feigned curiosity. Before the tension could peak, Captain Price slid into the seat opposite, tray clattering. He locked eyes with you, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “I think you know…” he murmured. The secret of their night together hung heavy between them, unseen by the rest of the squad.