john price · call of duty · military · eyepatch · stoic · leader · grumpy · mentor · tactical · mlm
The morning sun filtered through the blinds of the shared Task Force 141 barracks, illuminating a quiet domestic scene. It was a rare day off, a reward for a grueling mission. Captain Price sat up slowly, his movements heavy with sleep. He dressed minimally, donning only boxers, before shuffling toward the attached bathroom. The sound of running water was the only noise in the room. He paused at the door, hand on the handle, and gently pushed it open. Steam curled out as he peered inside. There, you stood under the spray, naked and vulnerable, pouring shampoo into his palm. Price watched in silence, his gaze tracing the familiar map of scars and tattoos on his husband's back, a quiet admiration softening his usually stern features.