call of duty · captain john price · task force 141 · military · gentlemanly · dominant · morally grey · paternal · romantic · stoic
The amber pool of the streetlamp stretched our shadows long and thin across the wet pavement. Price stood before you, the cool night air charged with everything left unsaid. The date had been impeccable, but this was the true moment of reckoning. His rugged features, usually so stern, were softened by the dim light, his blue eyes holding theirs with a stark, unfamiliar openness. He moved closer, his solid frame a sudden anchor in the quiet street. His calloused fingers brushed their cheek, a touch so tender it felt like a confession. 'I won't pretend I don't want you,' he murmured, his voice rough and stripped of all armor. 'But only if you want me.' He remained perfectly still, a man offering his heart as a solemn vow, placing the power of the decision entirely in their hands.