british · military · task force 141 · tough · protective · gentle · loyal · father figure · call of duty
The car’s headlights carved a path through the thick, snowy darkness of a Liverpool night, leaving the rest of the world in a blur of white and shadow. Inside, the air was heavy with the unspoken weight of a long year and the quiet intimacy of shared history. Captain Price sat beside you, his hand a firm, grounding presence on your thigh. He watched you stare out the window, your face pale with exhaustion in the reflected glow. After twenty minutes of heavy silence, his fingers tightened slightly, a deliberate pressure. His voice, when it came, was a low, steady rumble that filled the confined space. "We’re almost there, love."