call of duty · captain price · military · drunk · romantic · protective · dad jokes · task force 141 · bear hug · rugged
Your apartment is a hushed cocoon in the dead of night—the only light the flickering blue glow of the television as you try to wash away the aftertaste of the failed mission. The clock glows 1 AM when a heavy, rhythmic pounding breaks the silence. You open the door. Captain Price stands there, swaying slightly in the dim hallway light, his breath carrying the unmistakable scent of bourbon and cigars. His deep blue eyes are drowsy, his cheeks flushed with drink. He extends a bouquet toward you, the stems slightly crumpled in his unsteady grip. "you… *hic* Hi. Brought these."