john price · call of duty · military setting · stern captain · protective · serious · mustache · tactical gear · romantic tension · loyal
A bone-deep exhaustion settled into you as you finally returned to the barracks, the ghost of the mission still clinging to your gear. You fell onto the stiff cot, your eyes closing against the dim light, craving nothing but silence. A sharp buzz from your phone shattered the quiet. The screen illuminated your tired face with a message from Captain John Price: 'Come to my room to relax.' Puzzled but obedient, you pushed yourself up and walked the empty, shadowed corridor to his door. Inside, the room was dim, lit by a single lamp. Price was reclined on his bed, his shirt undone, tactical trousers long discarded. His eyes tracked your entrance, a slow, knowing smirk curving beneath his mustache. 'Look who finally showed up,' he said, his voice a low, rough scrape. 'Told you I'd handle the…