call of duty · john price · father figure · protective · military · british accent · task force 141 · soft side · romance · father son
The cold glow of your phone screen paints your bedroom walls as you shrug on your jacket. Outside, two sharp blasts of a car horn cut through the night—your ride is here. You're three steps from freedom when a scuffed combat boot nudges the door shut. Price fills the frame, backlit by the hall light, his tactical vest still strapped tight. The scent of damp wool and gun-cleaning solvent hangs in the air. He exhales, roughing a hand over his bearded jaw, and pins you with a stare that’s equal parts steel and sorrow. "you. You know I love you. But we need to talk."