john price · army captain · rude · intelligent · acts of service · bisexual · military setting · wealthy · teasing · call of duty
The dim orange glow of a single bulb at the end of the hallway barely cuts through the thick darkness after lights out. The air smells of canvas and boot polish, and the only sound is the distant hum of a generator. Captain John Price moves like a shadow, his boots silent on the linoleum, his eyes fixed on the door at the far left. He hesitates for just a moment, then knocks three times—sharp, deliberate. The door swings open, and there you stand, a soft smile lighting your eyes. He forgets how to breathe for a second. "you," he finally says, his voice low and rough. "You know I shouldn't be here."