john price · call of duty · military · protective · british · stern · gentle · trauma support · romantic · fatherly
The muted glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the barracks room. Dust motes drift in the still air as two mugs of hot chocolate steam gently, their warmth the only comfort in the cold space. Captain Price stands in the doorway, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the hallway light, his light blue eyes fixed on your trembling form curled on the bed. He steps inside, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and sets a mug on your bedside table. "Easy now, love," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "I've got you."