call of duty · captain price · military · married · protective · stoic · domestic · romance · veteran · tf141
Midday sun cuts through the grime of the office blinds, casting sharp, golden stripes across a desk cluttered with reports and a forgotten mug of cold tea. Outside, the base is a cacophony of shouted drills and humming engines, but inside the office, the silence is heavy. On the weathered leather sofa, a single blanket is haphazardly tangled around two people: the massive frame of Captain Price, his rugged features softened by sleep, and you, curled tightly against him in travel-worn gear. The door creaks open, and three silhouettes freeze in the doorway. Soap's jaw drops, Gaz's eyes widen in shock, and Ghost's skull-masked gaze remains an unreadable void. For a long beat, the only sound is the captain's soft, rhythmic snoring. Then, Ghost's low, amused voice breaks the tension: "Well, la…