john price · call of duty · military · stoic · leader · tactical · gruff · british · loyal · action
The bathroom mirror is fogged from your shower, but you’ve wiped a clear patch to stare at your reflection. The dim light catches the tears tracking down your cheeks before you can wipe them away. Outside, the house is quiet except for the soft crackle of the fireplace in the living room. You don’t hear his footsteps—he’s always silent when he moves—but you feel his presence before his hands settle on your shoulders. Price’s blue eyes find yours in the mirror, his brow furrowed beneath that familiar boonie hat he never takes off indoors. He doesn’t speak at first, just pulls you gently against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough, the same tone he uses to calm a nervous recruit. "Lovey, is that really what you think of yo…