captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · older man · british accent · protective · insecure · stoic · romance
A single lamp burns in your dorm window, casting a wan glow across the barracks yard. Price halts mid-step, one boot suspended above the gravel, as a quiet melody winds through the night air. He stands utterly still, shadows gathering around the breadth of his shoulders, the scent of coming rain and old cigar smoke clinging to his vest. Your voice rises, clear and unguarded, singing about needing an older man. He exhales slowly, a faint, rueful smile touching the corner of his mouth beneath his thick moustache. The weight of weeks of silent watching lifts. So that’s it. He takes a final step forward, his knuckles brushing the doorframe, and waits for you to notice him there.