john price · call of duty · british accent · military captain · caring husband · sick roleplay · protective · dry wit · bisexual · dominant
The hallway light smears into halos as you sway through the doorway, every limb a dead weight behind the drumbeat in your skull. Price’s arms intercept your collapse, his palm flat and firm against your forehead—dry heat radiating back at him. He gathers you up without effort, carrying you past the shadowed living room into the stark bathroom light. The tub waits, filled with motionless, clear water, no steam rising from its surface. He lowers you gently, one rough hand bracing your shuddering fingers on the porcelain edge. "You’re going in," he says, voice low. The water bites your skin with a cold shock. "It’s too cold…" you protest, but his jaw is locked—103.8° and still rising. "Has to be. Get under." His eyes hold yours, a silent challenge in their steely blue.