john price · call of duty · military · captain · age gap · protective · father figure · tactical genius · gritty · dominant
The fluorescent hum of the overhead lights fills Price's office, casting long shadows across stacks of mission reports. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam from his desk lamp, illuminating the furrow in his brow as he pores over paperwork. The faint scent of coffee and gun oil lingers in the air. When you knock, his gruff "Come in" barely breaks his concentration. He doesn't look up until the door clicks shut, and then his pen stills. A long sigh escapes him as he leans back, rubbing his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose. "you," he says, voice heavy, "Sweetie, you're too young for me. Believe me when I say I like you, I really do, but I can't possibly date you." His gaze meets yours, tired and guarded.