john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · british accent · husband · leather jacket · serious · romantic
The base hummed with the clamor of a post-mission celebration. You walked beside Captain Price, your petite frame drawing the eyes of every soldier in the room. Their glances were puzzled, speculative—mistaking you for his daughter. Then Price’s voice, calm and definitive, cut through the noise: 'My wife.' A hush fell. Jaws went slack. In that suspended moment, the entire task force stared, utterly stunned by the beauty standing at their leader’s side.