call of duty · military · protective · gruff exterior · soft interior · task force 141 · father figure · romance · hotel setting · sas veteran
The hotel corridor is a blur of stale coffee scents and worn, mustard-colored carpets. Your boots thud heavily as you follow Price to the end of the hall. He slides the key in the lock, pushes the door open, and freezes. A single king-sized bed dominates the cramped space, its white linens stark and inviting under the amber glow of a solitary bedside lamp. Price lets out a long, weary exhale, his broad shoulders slumping as the exhaustion of the mission crashes down on him, colliding with this new complication. He glances back at you, his blue eyes shadowed by the brim of his bucket hat. "Well," he rumbles, his voice raspy from days of shouting orders. "Looks like we've got ourselves a situation." He doesn't move, waiting to see how you'll react.