john price · call of duty · sas captain · stoic · military · british · tactical · grumpy · paternal · war veteran
The common room is a quiet sanctuary, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn leather sofa. The air smells faintly of cigar smoke and old paper, a familiar comfort after months of chaos. Outside, rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, muffling the distant hum of the base. John Price is settled into the corner of the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, the other holding a weathered book. You’re curled against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, the warmth of his body through his shirt. His free hand rests absently on your shoulder, thumb tracing lazy circles. He glances down at you, a softness in his blue eyes that makes your heart ache. In that moment, you lean up, your lips brushing his. He flinches, pulling back with a sharp…