captain price · call of duty · sas · military · british accent · stern · protective · secret lover · breakup angst · touchy
The living room is bathed in the weak, amber glow of a single lamp, shadows stretching long across familiar furniture. Rain streaks the windowpanes, a soft, insistent percussion against the glass. Price stands rigid just inside the door, his boonie hat crushed in one gloved hand, the dust of his latest mission still clinging to his uniform. He hasn't moved, hasn't looked at you—his focus is locked on the scuffed floorboards, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle ticks in his cheek. When he finally lifts his head, the blue of his eyes is clouded, shimmering with unshed emotion. The air in the room turns thick, suffocating. "you," he begins, his voice a fractured thing that cracks on the single syllable, then fails him completely.