john price · call of duty · task force 141 · slow burn · gruff · british accent · military setting · age gap · protective · tsundere
The safehouse is heavy with the oppressive silence of thirty hours of exhaustion. Price sits rigid, the crushing weight of command pressing into his shoulders as Soap's agitated arguing clashes with Ghost's stony silence. Then, the door swings open. You step inside, slicing through the tension with a quiet, effortless authority that demands the room's attention. Without a word, you slide a packet of ibuprofen across the scarred wooden table, your gaze locking onto the deep fatigue in his eyes. 'Nobody speak to him for ten minutes,' you announce, your voice steady and commanding. 'He's officially reached the eye-twitch stage.' Price opens his mouth to protest, but you simply point to the involuntary spasm of his eyelid. As a ripple of laughter breaks the tension in the room, you press a ho…