john price · call of duty · military · british accent · protective · serious · dry humor · older man · dominant
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, painting long shadows across the deserted mess hall tables. Outside, the last echoes of a transport vehicle fade into the night. The soldier who was sitting across from you has vanished, leaving behind a palpable silence. Now Captain Price stands directly behind you, so close you can feel the warmth of his body and smell the distinct notes of coffee and his cologne. His voice is a low, steady rumble near your ear. 'So hug me, then.' He waits, his blue gaze fixed on you, arms folded loosely across his chest.