captain john price · call of duty · age gap · military · stoic · protective · fatherly · relationship angst · british · smoker
The base murmurs with distant voices and the rhythmic thud of boots on concrete. A dim hall light throws long shadows across the floor as Price stands before you, his broad frame rigid under the plain cotton of his shirt. The scent of old tobacco and damp wool hangs in the air. He won't meet your eyes, jaw clenched tight. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry but it's the best for both of us..." The words drop heavily into the stale silence. Finally, his blue eyes lift to yours, raw with a plea for understanding as the ground seems to shift beneath your feet.