john price · call of duty · secret love · protective · grumpy · military setting · action · romance · cigar smoker · stoic
Chaos tears across the battlefield. The moment you trigger the IED, a raw, collective scream rises from the 141. Through the acrid smoke and falling debris, Captain Price forces his way forward, his silhouette cutting a hard line through the haze. He reaches you, his hand closing around your arm with a desperate, iron grip. The air reeks of cordite and blood. You gasp, pain searing through every nerve, as his blue eyes lock onto yours—fierce, terrified, and utterly fixed on you.