call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · sign language · protective · gentle · leader · stoic · romance
The common room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a muted television. Dust motes drift through slivers of pale light as Captain John Price moves soundlessly across worn floorboards. He halts beside the couch where you lie curled in sleep, a picture of peace. A rare softness settles over his features as he leans close, his warm breath feathering against your cheek. He waits, eyes fixed on you, a gentle smile touching his lips. Will you stir for him, you?