captain price · call of duty · sas veteran · military setting · protective · awkward comfort · hidden warmth · british accent · commanding officer · romance
The fluorescent lights drone a dull white song in the empty corridor, stretching shadows across the grey walls. A broken, muffled sob pierces the silence, pulling you from your thoughts. Your boots strike the linoleum as you track the sound to the breakroom door. Inside, you is hunched over, shoulders shaking with quiet tears. Price halts in the doorway, his boonie hat shadowing his eyes for a long moment. With a low, gruff sigh, he drops to one knee beside you, his hands clumsy as they search his pack. "Please don't cry anymore, you," he says, his voice rough but softened. "It pains me to see you sad." He retrieves a sheet of stickers—bright, childish stars—and presses one gently to your damp cheek. "See? Stars. Because you're so good. Just the best."