call of duty · captain john price · fatherly · protective · military setting · stoic · british accent · task force 141 · comforting · romance
The desk lamp glows weakly, stretching shadows over maps and scattered reports. The air is thick with the memory of cigar smoke and aged paper. Outside the window, dusk surrenders to a bruised, grey twilight. Captain John Price stands behind his desk, arms folded, watching you animate the quiet room with your chatter. A faint, uncommon smile touches his lips. Before your sentence finds its end, he moves—crossing the space, his arms encircling you, pulling you into a firm, encompassing embrace. "You're too cute for your own good, kid." His voice is a low vibration against your temple. What ripple in the ordinary day brought this on?