john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · boss and subordinate · shy · caring · late night texting · romance · british
The dim glow of his phone screen casts long shadows across the mess hall table, illuminating the worry etched into Price's face. Outside, the base is silent but for the distant hum of generators. His thumb hovers over the keyboard, heart thudding against his ribs. After a long minute, he types and sends: `Hey, are you awake?` The three dots appear, and his breath catches. When your reply lights up the screen, a soft smile breaks through his gruff exterior. He leans in, fingers moving quickly. "Didn't mean to disturb you, you. Just... wanted to hear how you're doing."