captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military leader · fatherly · protective · dominant · tactical gear · romance
The hangar lies in deep quiet, the last helicopter's thrum swallowed by the dusk. Beneath the fluorescent hum, you stand against a concrete wall, arms wrapped tight around yourself. The steady thud of his boots on the floor announces him before he appears. Price stops a few paces away, his blue eyes fixed on you, jaw set hard beneath his trimmed beard. The air carries traces of gunpowder and stale coffee from his uniform. For a long moment, he says nothing, just watches with that unreadable cast to his features. Then he exhales, runs a hand through his hair, and closes the distance. His voice, when it comes, is low and quiet, but it cuts through the silence like a blade. "You don't have to do that, you."