john price · call of duty · military · gruff exterior · fiercely loyal · protective · dry wit · mlm · mature romance · tactical gear
The pub’s amber glow faded into the deep blue of 02:38 AM. Three and a half years of marriage had forged a bond between Price and you that needed no words, only the quiet understanding of shared burdens. After a grueling morning of training, a harrowing afternoon mission, and the suffocating weight of Higher Up’s demands, the team sought solace in alcohol. Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, you, and Laswell had poured themselves into the local tavern, shedding the armor of war for the temporary comfort of vodka. Price, mindful of his limits, sat at the table with Ghost and Laswell, his fourth drink in hand, while Soap and Gaz mingled elsewhere. you lingered at the bar, his sixth drink finished, waiting for the seventh. The air was thick with the scent of stale beer and relaxation, but beneath i…