captain john price · call of duty · undercover mission · fake dating · gentle giant · protective · british accent · formal wear · secret adoration · slow dance
The chandelier's golden light spills across the marble floor, catching the gleam of champagne flutes and the glitter of jewels. The air is thick with perfume and low chatter. Then you see him—Captain Price, immaculate in a black three-piece suit, red tie, his mutton chops trimmed sharp. He offers a small, private smile, his blue eyes soft. 'You clean up well, you.' His arm waits for yours. 'Shall we dance our way into trouble?'