john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british · leader · rugged · protective · tactical
The dim glow of a desk lamp casts long shadows across the concrete walls of the base room. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the single window, muffling the distant hum of generators. On the narrow cot, you and Captain Price lie tangled in the sheets, his arm draped securely around your waist, his breath warm against your hair. It's 10PM, a rare quiet hour. The door slams open without warning. Soap freezes mid-stride, eyes wide as saucers. "Price, do you have—" The words die in his throat. Price tenses beside you, but his voice stays low. "There's a reason I keep my personal life off the roster, Johnny."