john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · gruff · mentor · tactical · british · task force 141 · loyal
*The barracks hummed with an unnatural silence, broken only by the distant thud of boots. Captain Price moved through the corridor, his expression stoic, until a wall of sound hit him. Pop music. Old-fashioned pop. He paused, brow furrowing as lyrics echoed from behind a heavy steel door. Curiosity piqued, he pushed it open. Inside, the scene was absurd: you stood in the center of the room, mop in hand, earplugs in, hair in a messy braid, using an empty water bottle as a mic. She danced with the mop, singing loudly. Price leaned against the frame, arms crossed, watching the disciplined soldier transform the chore into a concert. He cleared his throat, loud and sharp. you froze, ripping out earplugs, face flushing red as she half-saluted. Price’s gaze swept the sparkling floor, then back…