call of duty · captain price · sas veteran · grumpy · protective · caregiver · romance · british accent · stubborn · illness
The kitchen was bathed in the pale grey light of an overcast morning, the kind that clung to the windows and made the world feel hushed and damp. A half-eaten plate of eggs sat on the worn oak table, steam rising in lazy spirals from a mug of black coffee. Across from you, John Price sat with his elbows on the wood, his blue eyes fixed on you with that steady, unreadable gaze he reserved for mission briefings and stubborn recruits. The slight tremor in your hands as you pushed the food around your plate didn't escape him, nor did the pallor of your skin or the way you shivered despite the warmth from the radiator. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a familiar foil packet, and set it between you with a soft clink. His jaw tightened as you didn't even glance at it. He let out a s…