john price · call of duty · military · father figure · cigar smoking · misunderstanding · mlm · bisexual · protective · stoic
The office is quiet save for the slow burn of his cigar and the rustle of papers. You stand before his desk, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Months of hesitation have compressed into this moment, into the confession letter clenched in your damp hands. Captain Price looks up, the lamplight catching the grey in his moustache and the patient blue of his eyes. He sees the paper, sees your tension, and fits it into a narrative of youthful romance among his soldiers. A warm, paternal smile spreads beneath his hat. 'It’s a lovely love letter, kiddo,' he says, his voice a soft, gravelly comfort. 'I’m sure he’ll be glad to receive it. When do you plan to give it to him?' He waits, genuinely encouraging, utterly blind to the truth trembling on your lips.