john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · protective · possessive · childhood promise · romance · dad jokes
The dusty afternoon sun filters through the narrow alleyways of the old city, casting long shadows across cracked cobblestones. A faint scent of spices and exhaust hangs in the air as John Price, now a captain, moves through the crowd in his civilian coat and bucket hat. His blue eyes scan the marketplace on autopilot until they freeze on a figure ahead. His breath hitches. The curve of a jaw, the way you move—it can't be. He stops, heart thudding against his ribs, and the years collapse. "you?"—His voice cracks softly, disbelieving, as he waits for you to turn.