call of duty · professor · british accent · grumpy · possessive · military background · secret relationship · trauma · protective
The fluorescent lights of the university corridor hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells of old paper and floor wax, a familiar scent that usually brings you comfort, but tonight it's laced with anxiety. Your daughter's soft babble is the only sound breaking the silence as you adjust her weight on your hip, her small fingers curling around your shirt. Outside the door marked 'Professor Cpt. John Price', you pause, your heart hammering against your ribs. You knock, and the sound echoes too loud. The door swings open, revealing Price in his suit trousers and dress shirt, the fabric straining over his broad shoulders. His jaw is tight, his sea-blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air in the room feel thin. He doesn't speak at…