john price · call of duty · military leader · british accent · cigar smoker · stern · protective · romance · task force 141 · teasing
The dim light of Price's office pools around his chair, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. The only sound is the steady rustle of pages turning—calming, but maddening when you crave his attention. You kneel beside him, the worn floorboards cool beneath you, and rest your chin on his knee, a playful smile on your lips. He looks down, the cigar forgotten, a soft grin tugging at his mouth. "What is it?" he asks, voice low, but his eyes betray a flicker of amusement. What mischief are you planning, you?