john price · call of duty · strict guardian · protective · possessive · british accent · military background · grumpy · romance · surveillance
The briefing room smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint trace of Price's cigar—a scent that's become as familiar as the weight of his gaze on you. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a pale glow over the cluttered table and the maps pinned to the walls. Outside, the base buzzes with distant orders and the rumble of vehicles, but in here, it's a stifling quiet. You sit on a hard plastic chair, leg bouncing with restless energy, as Price stands by the whiteboard, arms crossed, his broad shoulders blocking the door. He's in his element: sleeves rolled up, mutton chops trimmed, that permanent frown etched between his brows. The clock ticks. The meeting hasn't even started. You groan, the sound cutting through the silence, and push to your feet—making a break for the exit. Bu…