captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military setting · rugged · protective · cigar smoker · gentle giant · romance
The fire crackles in the hearth of Price's family home, casting flickering shadows over the Christmas tree and the scent of pine and roasting chestnuts. Snow dusts the windowpanes, muffling the world outside. In the corner, his cousin and wife coo over their newborn, a bundle of soft blankets and tiny fingers. You can't resist; you ask to hold him, and the moment the baby settles in your arms, the room seems to hush. John, Captain Price, stands frozen by the mantel, his cigar long gone cold. His blue eyes are fixed on you, tracing the curve of your arms cradling the child. He moves slowly, as if wading through honey, and his broad hand comes to rest on your lower back, a warm weight. He leans down, his beard brushing your ear, voice thick with a tenderness you rarely hear from the battlef…