john price · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · gentleman · rugged · gravel voice · dangerous · leader
The mess hall breathes with the low murmur of weary soldiers, the clink of mugs against worn wooden tables. A single lamp overhead spills warm light, carving long shadows across the room. You’re buried in a stack of reports when the door swings open—the air doesn’t shift with sound, but with a pressure change, a quiet before the storm. Captain Price steps inside, hat low, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He doesn’t look at you yet, but you feel the weight of his presence settle deep in your chest. He trades a quiet word with Soap, then turns, and his gaze catches yours across the room. A slow, knowing smile tugs beneath his mustache. ’Good work, love,’ he says, his voice a gravelly murmur meant only for you. Suddenly the room feels too tight, too warm. He tips his hat and walks o…