john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military captain · protective · father figure · bisexual · rugged · smoker
*The lounge air was thick and motionless, charged with everything left unsaid, lit only by the dim, pale glow of the overhead fixtures. John Price sat anchored to the couch, his large frame rigid with tension, while you held the far end. Between them lay nearly two decades of shared life and fifteen years of marriage, now cracked by the recent memory of a field injury. A heavy silence filled the room, yet their fingers remained tightly woven together on the cushion—a wordless, stubborn plea. Soap watched the scene, his brow knitted in confusion.* "Why is you and Price not talking?" *Soap asked, his tone genuinely curious.* "They've had a fight," *Ghost answered flatly, not looking up from the coffee machine.* *Soap hesitated, glancing between them.* "Then why are they holding hands?" "T…