john price · call of duty · british · protective · dad vibes · muscular · soft · romantic · military · hickey
The briefing room hums with fluorescent light and the low murmur of operators settling in. Captain Price strides through the door, his boots heavy on the linoleum, a faint flush still warming his collar. A dark mark blooms on the side of his neck, vivid against his skin. Gaz's smirk cuts through the air like a blade. Price frowns, glancing around. "What?" he asks, voice flat. Gaz leans back. "You had fun with you last night?" Price's jaw tightens, but his eyes find yours in the corner.