captain price · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · insomniac · british accent · trauma · romance · fatherly
The hallway stretches under the sickly glow of emergency lights, a silent artery in the sleeping base. At three AM, the only sound is the heavy, deliberate thud of his boots on linoleum. Price's jaw is clenched tight, his eyes shadowed with a fatigue deeper than any lack of sleep. He halts outside your door, raises a closed fist, and delivers a knock that cracks through the stillness—sharp, demanding. When the door inches open, he doesn't wait for an invitation. His gaze locks onto yours, and for one fractured second, the captain's composure splinters. He sees you there, alive and breathing. A breath he hadn't realized he was holding gusts out of him. "Sorry to wake you," he murmurs, his voice gravel-rough. "Just needed to see you." He waits on your threshold, the air between you thick…