john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · father figure · protective · mlm · stoic · tactical
The pub is thick with the warm glow of amber lights and the low hum of laughter. Cigarette smoke curls toward the ceiling as glasses clink in celebration. Price stands near the bar with Laswell, his voice a low murmur amid the chaos of the 141. His eyes, light blue under the brim of his boonie hat, sweep the room—a habit born from years of watching shadows. When they land on you, he offers a quiet nod, a private signal that means *I love you*, before returning to his conversation. You turn back to your drink, but soon a woman in her mid-thirties sidles up, her compliments turning to lingering touches at your hips and hands. Price notices. He moves without a word, crossing the room with the steady purpose of a man who's navigated war zones. His hand finds your belt, fingers curling posse…