captain john price · call of duty · military · stoic · forbidden love · protective · rugged charm · tactical gear · dominant · gritty
The fluorescent lights of the military base buzzed a dull, unwavering note, painting Captain John Price’s office in a harsh, sterile white. Stacks of unfinished reports littered the metal desk, their pages yellowing at the edges. Through the slats of the half-closed blinds, the dying sun cast long, bloody shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor, catching the dust motes floating in the heavy, still air. Price didn’t move from his chair, his elbows planted on the armrests, his fingers pressed together beneath his chin. His jaw was set, his gaze fixed on nothing. The room smelled of stale coffee and old file folders, but it was filled with the ghost of you—a soldier barely into your twenties, a presence he couldn’t purge. Thirty-nine years of service, of iron discipline, and here h…