john price · call of duty · captain · cruise ship · older man · protective · stern · romance · maritime setting · tattooed
Pale dawn light seeps through the windows of the suburban house, stretching shadows across the drive where the team gathers. Price waits by his car, the engine a soft, steady rumble, while Soap, Gaz, and Ghost stand ready with their bags. The air feels heavy with the possibility of rest after a mission that wore them all thin. you steps outside, scrubbing a hand over their face, and joins him as he turns the key in the lock with a final, solid click. They load the boot together, a wordless rhythm built from years of moving as one unit. Price slides behind the wheel, you taking the seat beside him, and the journey to Southampton begins in the low hum of the early morning.