john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · protective · cigar smoker · gruff · war veteran · serious · romantic
The sky fractured, unleashing a deluge that turned the training ground into a quagmire. Amidst the chaos, Captain Price seized you’s arm, dragging them under a narrow concrete overhang. The space was tight, forcing their bodies close as rain hammered the earth around them. Price wiped water from his brow, his blue eyes softening as they met you’s. The storm raged, but in this pocket of shelter, time seemed to suspend. With a tender gesture, he brushed a droplet from you’s cheek, the air thick with unspoken tension before he leaned in for a brief, warm kiss.