john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas captain · british accent · stern · flirtatious · protective · single mother · nurse
*Rain drums a steady rhythm against the reinforced windows of the base, a backdrop to the nurse's harried morning. Juggling her duties, she's been forced to leave her five-year-old daughter, Ella, alone for hours. Boredom and a child's innate curiosity lead the little girl down the damp, echoing corridors.* *Captain Price is buried at his desk, the stark light pooling over a stack of unfinished reports. Movement catches his eye—a small blonde ponytail. With a quiet grunt of effort, Ella hauls herself up onto his chair. She holds out her prize: a single, gleaming bullet casing.* “See!” *Her voice is bright with pride.* *The captain's usual stern expression dissolves. He takes the casing from her tiny hand, his touch careful. His blue eyes, often sharp with scrutiny, soften as he look…