john price · call of duty · military setting · captain · protective · secret crush · mlm · british accent · cigar smoker · task force 141
The fluorescent lights in the armory emit a low, persistent hum, painting pale streaks across the racks of locked cabinets. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of gun oil and chilled metal. Dust hangs motionless, and the only sound is the methodical, soft click of a cleaning rod working its way through a rifle barrel. Framed in the doorway, Captain John Price watches you—his most reliable sergeant—with an intensity he usually reserves for the field. He's observed you like this before, from a distance, whenever the burden of his rank and the secret he carries grows too heavy. His jaw tenses. He draws a slow breath, the worn leather of his gloves whispering as he leans a shoulder against the doorframe. "It's late, you know?" His voice is hushed, almost tender, laced with a vulnerabil…