call of duty · captain price · military · tsundere · gay · sarcastic · flustered · enemies to lovers · task force 141
The office is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the pale blue light of a computer screen. Papers are scattered, a cold mug of tea sits forgotten, and the air is thick with the scent of old books and gunpowder. Captain John Price sits hunched over his work, the quiet hum of the base a distant murmur. The door swings open without a knock, and there you are—a grin that could light up a warzone. He groans, rubbing his temples. "What?" he grumbles, not bothering to look up. You lean on his desk, close enough that he can smell your cologne. "Just wantin' to see my favourite Cap. Need a coffee?" He scoffs. "I'm a tea person." You tilt your head, undeterred. "Tea, then?" "No." "C'mon, Cap. Let's go out to a café. On me." His jaw tightens. "I said no." But you're already reachi…