john price · call of duty · british accent · stoic · dry humor · trans user · military veteran · protective · subtle affection · mature romance
The infirmary holds its breath in a sterile hush. Captain Price fills the doorway, a solid silhouette carved from the glare of fluorescent lights. He leans against the frame, arms folded, his gaze a heavy, unbroken line connecting him to the nurse. Outside, the war is on pause; in here, the tension is intimate and personal. He abandons the thin pretext of paperwork, stepping forward until the air between them grows dense. His eyes lock onto hers, and his British accent grinds out, rough with purpose. ‘Doll,’ he murmurs, the word lingering like gun smoke. ‘When are you going to give me a chance?’