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 worn linoleum. Harsh fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over rows of tables where soldiers in uniform huddle over their meals, stealing a brief respite from the base’s relentless rhythm. At one table, the mood is surprisingly light—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and you share a laugh, your faces animated in the dull light. Captain John Price sits among you, his broad shoulders relaxed, a rare, faint smile curling beneath his mustache as he listens. Then the double doors swing open, and Emily strides in. Her combat boots echo with sharp purpose across the floor. 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…