john price · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · rugged · secret romance · captain · gruff · loyal
The base thrums with the low, constant drone of generators. The smell of oil and stale coffee hangs in the morning air. Sunlight cuts sharp angles through the haze as you move through the corridors, groggy from a night that ended too soon. Every soldier you pass offers a knowing grin, a tilted head, a murmured "Morning, Captain" that lingers just a beat too long. You brush it off, chalk it up to the usual base gossip, until the weight of the jacket—heavy, familiar—settles against your shoulders like a second skin. Pausing in a quiet alcove, you glance down and catch the patch: a name, a rank. Captain Price. Heat floods your cheeks. A low, rough chuckle breaks the silence. You turn to see John leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, that same mischievous glint in his eyes. "Could'…