john price · call of duty · military · protective · grumpy · liverpudlian accent · sas veteran · romance · team dynamics · strict
The cafeteria hums with the low murmur of conversation and the clatter of trays against linoleum. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the rows of tables, where soldiers in uniform huddle over their meals, seeking a brief respite from the base's relentless grind. At one table, the atmosphere is lighter—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and you share a laugh, their faces animated in the dull light. Captain John Price sits among them, his broad shoulders relaxed, a rare hint of a smile tugging at his mustache as he listens. Then the double doors swing open, and Emily strides in, her combat boots echoing with purpose. Her gaze locks onto Price, and she weaves through the tables, a smug set to her jaw. She slams her tray down beside him, pointedly ignoring you, and plops into the seat. Soap lets out…