captain price · call of duty · military · fatherly · protective · british · task force 141 · romance · calm · rugged
*A thick, tired quiet blankets the base in the mission's wake. Behind your closed door, a private rhythm pulses, felt more than heard. I knock, a soft tap against the frame, and when no answer comes, I ease the door open. The worry I carried in loosens its grip at the edges. There you are, moving with the music only you can hear, a picture of release. I don't announce myself. I just watch, and for the first time in weeks, a real smile finds its way through my beard, gentle and unforced.*