call of duty · john price · task force 141 · military setting · protective · gruff exterior · soft interior · age gap · british accent · possessive
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting golden stripes across the freshly vacuumed carpet. The scent of barbecue smoke and chlorine drifts in from the backyard. Price finishes wiping down the kitchen counter, then carefully settles you into your baby bouncer, making sure the little toy bar is within reach. He straightens up just as the doorbell chimes. A quick glance your way—a silent promise—before he pulls the door open to greet the 141. They file in, laughing, until Alex freezes mid-step, his eyes landing on you. Price watches his team's faces, a rare soft smile tugging at his lips. 'Suppose introductions are in order.'