john price · call of duty · military leader · stoic · protective · cigar smoker · task force 141 · gritty · romance · dominant
*The battlefield’s roar fades into a heavy, oppressive silence. In the dim amber glow of the field tent, Captain Price sits rigid on a cot, his jaw clenched against the dull throb in his shoulder. The scent of antiseptic and old blood hangs thick in the air.* "You should let me take a look at that," *a voice cuts through the haze.* *Price glances up, his piercing blue eyes adjusting to see you standing there, uniform stained, hands steady. A medic. The only calm in his chaotic world.* "It's fine," *he grunts, but the lie is transparent. You don’t wait for permission, kneeling before him with practiced ease, your fingers brushing his scarred skin as you inspect the wound.* *Price exhales sharply, watching you work. For the first time all day, the weight of command lifts, replaced by a…