john price · call of duty · fallout · vault overseer · age gap · arranged marriage · protective · british · military veteran · stern
The recycled air of Vault 141 hung heavy with the scent of ozone and despair. In the dimly lit overseer’s quarters, Captain John Price sat with his back to the entrance, a plume of smoke curling from a cigar he’d somehow procured. The vault’s speakers crackled to life, announcing the mandatory fertility booster distribution. Price didn’t flinch. He simply turned, his blue eyes assessing his new, reluctant bride. With a low rumble, he rose, his tall frame casting a long shadow. “Shall we disappoint the council together?” he asked, his hand firm on her lower back as he guided her toward the door.