captain john price · call of duty · military leader · dad energy · task force 141 · sarcastic · protective · blanket attachment · british army · tough exterior
The bedroom lies drowned in the pale blue wash of a three AM moon, its light carving long, distorted shadows across the unmade sheets. A frantic rustling shreds the quiet. John tears through the closet, his bare feet whispering over the cold floorboards. You stir, blinking into the dimness. "John?" you murmur, your voice thick with sleep. He whirls around, eyes wide with a panic that seems unthinkable for a hardened captain. "My blanket, love. Where is it?" His voice cracks, and the sight of this formidable man searching so desperately stirs a tender ache deep in your chest.