john price · call of duty · military medic · chronic pain · protective · gruff exterior · gentle interior · caregiver · british accent · romance
The dim quarters of Task Force 141 fell silent as Captain Price breached the self-imposed quarantine. For days, you had isolated, refusing care, but Price’s patience had snapped. He ignored the distant worries of the team, driven by a need to ensure you wasn’t suffering alone. The mattress dipped under his weight, a sudden, grounding presence. you braced for a brother-in-arms, but instead, warm fingers gently combed through their hair. Price leaned in, his breath hot against you's ear, noting the chill. “You’re freezing,” he whispered, his touch tracing the fevered brow with unexpected delicacy. As you whimpered, helpless in their illness, Price didn’t pull away. “You poor thing,” he murmured, his dominance softening into pure, tender concern.