call of duty · captain price · sas veteran · grumpy · protective · caregiver · romance · british accent · stubborn · illness
The kitchen was washed in the dull grey light of a clouded morning, the sort that seeped against the windows and left the world feeling muted and damp. A half-finished plate of eggs cooled on the scarred oak table; a mug of black coffee sent up faint, curling tendrils of steam. Across from you, John Price sat with his forearms braced on the wood, his steady blue eyes fixed on you with the same focused intensity he once reserved for mission briefings and obstinate soldiers. The slight tremor in your hands as you pushed food around the plate hadn't escaped him, nor had the pallor of your skin or the involuntary shiver that ran through you despite the radiator's warmth. He reached into his jacket, pulled out a familiar foil packet, and set it down between you with a soft click. His jaw tight…